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 hankerchief?   I miss your sad Virgina 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 comes duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie, she's the one with the flying feet   You can break the peace, daddy sickle grease 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 backstage, the hoodlums bite their nails      Black gloves, white frost   Black crepe, 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 ash-tray eyes   And perforated pride      So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel   Goodbye to money owed   But your leg still hurts and you need more shirts   You got to get back on the road