VERSE 1:
a small ‘jean genie’…
snuck off to the city…
strung out on lasers
and slash back blazers
ate all your razors
while pulling the waiters
talking bout Monroe
and walking on Snow White
new York’s a go-go
and everything tastes right
Poor little Greenie
CHORUS:
the ‘Jean Genie’ lives on his back…
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks///
He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
VERSE 2:
sits like a man
but he smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him but
just for a short while
She’ll scratch in the sand,
won’t let go his hand
He says he’s a beautician
and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair
for making up underwear
poor little greenie
VERSE 3:
he’s so simple minded
he can’t drive his module
he bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
loves to be loved, loves to be loved…
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