blue gene man

skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
the beauties were brief
shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
and a black handkerchief ?
I miss your sad but genial whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart

sweet gene vincent
young and old and gone
sweet gene vincent

who, who, who`s that john?

white face, black shirt
white socks, black shoes
black hair, white strat
bled white, dyed black

sweet gene vincent
let the blue roll tonight
at the soft hop ball in the union hall
where the bop is their delight

here come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie
she's the one with the flying feet
you can break the peace daddy sickle grease
the beat is incomplete
and you jump back honey in the dungerees
tight sweater and a pony tail
you can guess her age when she comes back stage
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 that pistol down

sweet gene vincent
there's nowhere left to hide
with lazy skin and ash-grey eyes
and perforated pride

so farewell mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel
farewell to money owed
but when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
you got to get back on the road

(Corrected by axelfUK 12/01/10 Might need further correction...)

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