Oi, oi!
Oi, oi!
Let me take you there
Cos I'm going to
Sweet
Sweet Jameson for you
Blue Jim baby
Skinny white sailor
The chances were slender
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline
With some thunderbird wine
And a black handkerchief
I miss your sad
Virginia whisper
I miss the voice
That cold my heart
Sweet
Jim
Vincent
Young
And old
And gone
Sweet
Jim
Vincent
Jim

One, two, three!
Who, who, who slapped yours?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoe
Black hair, white shirt
Black hair, white shirt
White old frame
Black And gold
Black kind
Slipped black
Black يچ
Slipped black
Black
Will you guess her name's when she got backstage?
The hooler's biting.
Welcome!
Black denim trousers, a motorcycle boots,
a black leather jacket with an evil on the back.
Sweet, cheap, and soft, there's one in every town.
And the devil drives to the house to rise,
laying a pistol down.
Sweet, cheap, and soft, with nowhere left to hide.
With lazy skin and astray eyes, purple and white.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
So the room answers, they come back a hotel.
Goodbye to money, oh!
But when your neck's still,
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
And you need more shots
You've got to get back on the road
Sweet Gene Vixen
Sweet Gene Vixen
Sweet Gene Vixen
Sweet Gene Vixen
When your legs still hurt
And you need more shots
You've got to get back on the road
Sweet Gene Vixen