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