«The Jean Genie», David Bowie

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 19

New York's a go-go 19

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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