Blue Gene baby      Skinny white sailor   The chances were slender   The beauties were brief   Shall I mourn your decline   With some Thunderbird wine   And a black handkerchief?   I miss your sad Virginia whisper   I miss the voice that called my heart      Sweet Gene Vincent   Young and old and gone   Sweet Gene Vincent   Who, who, who slapped John?      White face, black shirt   White socks, black shoes   Black hair, white strat   Bled white, died black      Sweet Gene Vincent   Let the blue caps roll tonight   At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall   Where the bop is their delight      Here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie   She's the one with the flying feet   You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease   Because the beat is reet complete   And the jump-back honey in the dungarees   Tight sweater and a pony-tail   Will you guess her age when she comes back-stage   The hoodlums bite their nails      Black gloves, white frost   Black crêpe, white lead   White sheet, black knight   Jet black, dead white      Sweet Gene Vincent   There's one in every town   And the devil drives till the hearse arrives   And you lay the pistol down      Sweet Gene Vincent   With nowhere left to hide   With lazy skin and ashtray eyes   And perforated pride      So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel   Goodbye to money owed   When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts   But you got to get back on the road      Sweet Gene Vincent   Sweet Gene Vincent   Sweet Gene Vincent   Sweet Gene Vincent   When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts   But you got to get back on the road