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Blue Gene baby |
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Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender |
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The beauties were brief |
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Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine |
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and a black handkerchief? |
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I miss your sad Virginia whisper |
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I miss the voice that called my heart |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
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Young and old and gone |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
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Who, who, who slapped John? |
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White face, black shirt |
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White socks, black shoes |
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Black hair, white strat |
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Bled white, died black |
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Sweet gene Vincent |
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Let the blue cats roll tonight |
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At the sock hop ball in the union hall |
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Where the bop is their delight |
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Here come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie |
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She's the one with the flying feet |
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You can break the peace daddy sickle grease |
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The beat is reet complete |
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And you jump back honey in the dungarees |
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Tight sweater and a pony tail |
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Will you guess her age when she comes back stage? |
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The hoodlums bite their nails |
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Black gloves, white frost |
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Black crepe, white lead |
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White sheet, black knight |
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Jet black, dead white |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
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There's one in every town |
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And the devil drives 'till the hearse arrives |
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And you lay that pistol down |
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Sweet Gene Vincent |
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There's nowhere left to hide |
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With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes |
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a perforated pride |
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So farewell mademoiselle, Knickerbocker Hotel |
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Farewell to money owed |
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But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts |
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You got to get back on the road |
