Τρία τραγούδια από τον Gene Vincent, το αρχετυπικό “κακό παιδί” του rock’n’roll, γεννημένο αυτό το μήνα πριν από 89 χρόνια. Μαζί ο, κλασικός επίσης, ύμνος του Ian Dury σ’ αυτόν, από το άλμπουμ – ντεμπούτο του.
Three songs by Gene Vincent, the archetypal “bad boy” of rock’n’roll, born this month 89 years ago. With them, a hymn to him by Ian Dury, a classic also, from his debut album.

00:00 Say Mama 02:10 Baby Blue 04:41 Lotta Lovin’

SAY MAMA
Say mama, can I go out tonight?
Say mama, will it be alright?
They got a rockin’ party goin’ down the street
Say mama, can’t you hear that beat?
Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woah, yeah
Say mama, don’t you look that way
‘Cause I know just what you’re going to say
Well mama, well don’t be mad
You’re gonna say, Go ask your dad
Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woah
(Aww…go)
Say mama, don’t you look that way
‘Cause I know just what you’re going to say
Well mama, well don’t be mad
You’re gonna say, Go ask your dad
Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa
(All right now)
Yeah, Say mama, can I go out tonight?
Say, mama, will it be alright?
They got a rockin’ party goin’ down the street
Say mama, can’t you hear that beat?
Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa
Yeah, Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa
Yeah, Woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa, woah, woa-hoo-hoo-hoo, woa

BABY BLUE
Well, I’ve got a brand new lover
I love her, yes I do
She’s my one and only
And her name is baby blue
Well now, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby blue, yeah
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby blue, ooh
Well now, when I met my baby
I say, how to do you do
She looked into my eyes and say
My name is baby blue.
Well now, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby blue o-oh
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby blue
(now, now, now, now)
(baby, baby, ahs)
Well, I know my baby loves me
I know that she’ll be true
I’m sure of this each time I look
Into her eyes of blue
Well now, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby blue yeah
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby blue

LOTTA LOVIN’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta lovin’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta huggin’
So baby can’t you see that you were meant for me
I want your lovin’, yes-a-ree
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta huggin’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta kissin’
So baby please proceed to get the love I need
I want your lovin’ yes indeed
Well, I want you, I love you, I need you so much
Why don’t you give out with that magic touch?
You send me, you thrill me, baby, you’re so fine
I want your lovin’ baby, all the time
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta lovin’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta kissin’
So baby don’t forget, I’m gonna get you yet
I want your lovin’, aw you bet (rock)
Well, I want you, I love you, I need you so much
Why don’t you give out with that magic touch?
You send me, you thrill me, baby you’re so fine
I want your lovin’ baby all the time
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta lovin’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta huggin’
So baby don’t forget I gonna get you yet
I want your lovin’, aw you bet (rock)
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta lovin’
Well, I want a-want a lotta-lotta huggin’
But baby don’t forget, I gonna get you yet
I want your lovin’, aw you bet
Well, I need your lovin’, aw you bet
Well, I want your lovin’, aw you bet
Well, I need your lovin’, aw you bet
Well, I want your lovin’, aw you bet

SWEET GENE VINCENT
Blue gene baby
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
The beauties were breif
Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
And a black hankercheif?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
Sweet gene vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet gene vincent
Who, who, who slapped john?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoes
Black hair, white strat
Bled white, died black
Sweet gene vincent
Let the blue roll tonight
At the sock hop ball in the union hall
Where the bop is there delight
Here come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie
She’s tehone with the flying feet
You can break the peace daddy sickle grease
The beat is reet complete
And you jump back honey in the dungerees
Tight sweater and a ponny tail
Will you guess her age when she comes back stage?
The hoodlems bite their nails
Black gloves, white frost
Black crepe, white lead
White sheet, black knight
Jet black, dead white
Sweet gene vincent
There’s one in every town
And the devil drives ’till the hurse arrives
And you lay that pistol down
Sweet gene vincent
There’s nowhere left to hide
With lazy skin and ash-tray eyes
A perforated pride
So farewell mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel
Farewell to money owed
But when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
You got to get back on the road