Jean Genie

A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers
And 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
(Ooh-ooh)
(Get back on it)

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

He sits like a man, but he smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him, but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, she let go of his hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie
(Ooh-ooh)

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

He's so simple-minded, he can't drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
He loves to be loved
He loves to be loved

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



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie
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