Sweet Gene Vincent Lyrics - Robbie Williams

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 

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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 

Black gloves, white frost 

Black crêpe, white lead 

White sheet, black knight 

Jet black, dead white 

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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 

Sail away, boys 

Take me home 

Country roads 

So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel 

Goodbye to money owed 

When your leg still hurts, but you need more shirts 

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, but you need more shirts 

You got to get back on the road