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