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