Sweet Gene Vincent Robbie Williams (Ft. The Blockheads [Ian Dury's Band])

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
But 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