The Catman
Hey man, i can hear you
And it's not a radio
Your voice still echoes through me
I can hear you dady-o
(rock, rock, rockabilly rebel)
Well, cruisin' down bopstreet in a pink thunderbird
Be-bop-a-lula was the catman's work
He had a teenage partner, she was seventeen
Rockabilly rebel, gene, gene, gene
Well, crazy legs jumping to a brand new beat
The're the cats and the kittens of ol' bopstreet
His double talking baby called him turtle dove
Pretty pretty baby gave him woman love
(rock, rock, rockabilly rebel)
He sang five feet of lovin', wear my ring
Lotta lotta ]ovin', sing gene sing
He was a jumpin' jackson, go man go
Be bi bickey bi go bo go
Gonna back up baby, blue jean bop
Be-bop-a-lula, you couldn't stop
Racing with the devil, you were born to do
Gene, gene vincent, i sure miss you
El Hombre Gato
Hey man, puedo escucharte
Y no es una radio
Tu voz aún resuena en mí
Puedo escucharte, papá
(rock, rock, rebelde rockabilly)
Bueno, cruzando la calle en un rayo rosa
Be-bop-a-lula era el trabajo del hombre gato
Tenía una pareja adolescente, ella tenía diecisiete
Rebelde rockabilly, gene, gene, gene
Bueno, piernas locas saltando con un nuevo ritmo
Son los gatos y los gatitos de la vieja calle
Su bebé de doble discurso lo llamaba paloma tortolita
Bonita bonita bebé le dio amor de mujer
(rock, rock, rebelde rockabilly)
Cantaba cinco pies de amor, usa mi anillo
Mucho mucho amor, canta gene canta
Era un saltarín jackson, vamos hombre vamos
Bebi bickey bi go bo go
Voy a respaldarte, bop de jean azul
Be-bop-a-lula, no podías parar
Corriendo con el diablo, naciste para hacerlo
Gene, gene vincent, te extraño mucho
Escrita por: Diane Lampert / Robert Gordon / Scotty Turner