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



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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!



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



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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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