Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers, slash back 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, woo hoo,
woo hoo
The Jean Genie lives on her back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
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 love him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
Says he's a beautician, sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for making underwear
Poor little Greenie, woo ho
The Jean Genie lives on her back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks, yeah
Outrageous, she screams and she bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
[spoken]
All right, 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... OK, that's enough of that. Thanks man.
