Upminster Kid

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 The 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 A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down Amazing that the feeling's still around Sunday afternoon at the Romford Gaumont Rum and black at the Bell Hotel Stroll into the park, for a chumber in the dark, Little juvenile never-do-well Run a steel comb along the Regent jukebox, A little bit of thieving now and then Well Gene Vincent Craddock I surely wish I were a Upminster Kid again Well the silver-dollar hairstyle been cut down 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