Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers, slashback blazers
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking 'bout Monroe, walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go and everything tastes right
Poor little greenie
The Jean Genie lives on her back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks, yeah
She's outrageous, screams and she bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go
Sits like a man but she smiles like a reptile
Loves him, she loves him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go off his hand
Says he's a beautician, sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for making underwear
Poor little greenie
The Jean Genie lives on her back
The Jean Genie, she loves chimney stacks, yeah
Outrageous, she screams and she bawls
Jean Genie, let yourself go
Alright, that's all I know
I don't know the third verse
You know, I uh, I had, I even
It was a good excuse to email Bowie
I wanted okay, that's enough of that
Thanks man
