| Lyrics: | When I was fifteen I had a black crepe 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
Well Gene Vincent Craddock remembered the love of an Upminster rock 'n' roll
teen
Well the silver-dollar hairstyle been cut down, oooooh
With a silver-dollar
hairstyle been cut down
Amazing that the feeling's still around
My good friend Friar
wore a powder-blue suit with criss-cross lurex thread
He turned seventeen bought a big
motorcycle and started wearing leather instead
I could not afford a ruby snaffle tie or black
suede clubbing shoes
Well Gene Vincent Craddock, the people still move
over when the
Upminster Kid walked through
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down, oooooh
A
silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
Amazing that the feeling's still around
Sunday
afternoon at the Romford Geumont, alternte version 'strolling
down the road with my
tight-sweater baby'
rum and black at the Bell Hotel
Hed strole into the park, for a chumber
in the dark, little juvenile never-do-well
He'd run a steel comb along the Regent jukebox, a
little bit of thieving now and then
Well Gene Vincent Craddock remembered to look on an
Upminster kid again
alternate version well Gene VIncent Craddock i surely wish i were a
Upminster Kid again
Well the silver-dollar hairstyle been cut down, ooooh
The
silver-dollar hairstyle been cut down
Amazing that the feeling's still around
With a
silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
With a silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down
Amazing
that the feeling's still around |
