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 around