David Bowie › Lyrics › The Jean Genie

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, woh ho, get back home

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, oh

Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptiles
She love him, she love 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, woh ho

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, oh

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

Auh 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, oh, go, go

Go jean Genie lives on his back
Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
And he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go woh
Go, go, go