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
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
Because 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
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 ashtray eyes
And perforated pride
So farewell, mademoiselle knicker-bocker hotel
Goodbye to money owed
When your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
But 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 and you need more shirts
But you got to get back on the road