When I was fifteen I had a black-blue jacket and sideboards to my chin I used to go around in a two-tone Zephyr with a mean and nasty grin Twelve-inch bottoms on my stardust flares and socks of dazzling green When Gene Vincent Craddock remembered the look of an Upminster rock 'n' roll teen
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down Amazing that feeling's still around
My good friend Friar wore a powder-blue suit, a criss-cross lurex thread He turned seventeen bought a big motorcycle, he started wearing leather instead I could not afford a ruby snaffle tie or a black suede fur lined shoes The Gene Vincent Craddock that people still remember when the Upminster Kid walked through
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down Amazing that feeling's still around
Sunday afternoon at the Romford Gaumont, rum and black at the Bell Hotel He stole into the park, for a jabba in the dark, little juvenile ne'er-do-well He'd run a steel comb along the Regent jukebox, a little bit of fever now and then The Gene Vincent Craddock I surely wish I was an Upminster kid again
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down The silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down Amazing that feeling's still aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
