"The Jean Genie" lyrics

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 nice
Poor little Greenie

Get back on it
Oh!

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoa-oh
Go!

Sits like a man
But he smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him
But just for a short while
Scratch in the sand
Won't let go his hand
Says he's a beautician
Sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair
For making his underwear
Poor little Greenie

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoa-oh
Go!

He's so simple minded
He can't drive his module
He bites on the neon
And he sleeps in a fucking capsule
He loves to be loved
We love to be loved

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoa-oh
Go!

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go