Sweet Gene Vincent Lyrics
| Song | Sweet Gene Vincent |
| Artist | Ian Dury |
| Album | Warts 'n' Audience [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dury, Jankel | |
| Blue Gene baby | |
| 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 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 cats roll tonight | |
| At the sock 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 reet complete | |
| And you 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 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-tray eyes | |
| A perforated pride | |
| So farewell mademoiselle, Knickerbocker Hotel | |
| Farewell to money owed | |
| But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts | |
| You got to get back on the road |
| zuo ci : Dury, Jankel | |
| Blue Gene baby | |
| 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 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 cats roll tonight | |
| At the sock hop ball in the union hall | |
| Where the bop is their delight | |
| Here come ducktailed 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 you 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 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 ashtray eyes | |
| A perforated pride | |
| So farewell mademoiselle, Knickerbocker Hotel | |
| Farewell to money owed | |
| But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts | |
| You got to get back on the road |
| zuò cí : Dury, Jankel | |
| Blue Gene baby | |
| 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 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 cats roll tonight | |
| At the sock hop ball in the union hall | |
| Where the bop is their delight | |
| Here come ducktailed 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 you 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 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 ashtray eyes | |
| A perforated pride | |
| So farewell mademoiselle, Knickerbocker Hotel | |
| Farewell to money owed | |
| But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts | |
| You got to get back on the road |
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