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, oooooh

With a 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, oooooh

A silver-dollar hairstyle, been cut down

Amazing that the feeling's still around



Sunday afternoon at the Romford Geumont, alternte version 'strolling

down the road with my tight-sweater baby'

rum and black at the Bell Hotel

Hed strole into the park, for a chumber in the dark, little juvenile never-do-well

He'd run a steel comb along the Regent jukebox, a little bit of thieving now and then

Well Gene Vincent Craddock remembered to look on an Upminster kid again

alternate version well Gene VIncent Craddock i surely wish i were a Upminster Kid again



Well the silver-dollar hairstyle been cut down, ooooh

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