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 He'd 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