| A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
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| Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers
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| Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
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| Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
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| New York’s a go-go and everything tastes right
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| Poor little Greenie
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| The Jean Genie lives on his back
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| The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
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| He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
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| Jean Genie let yourself go!
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| Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
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| She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while
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| She’ll scratch in the sand, won’t let go his hand
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| He says he’s a beautician and sells you nutrition
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| And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
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| Poor little Greenie
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| The Jean Genie lives on his back
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| The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
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| He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
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| Jean Genie let yourself go!
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| He’s so simple minded he can’t drive his module
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| He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
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| Loves to be loved, loves to be loved
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| The Jean Genie lives on his back
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| The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
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| He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
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| Jean Genie let yourself go!
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| The Jean Genie lives on his back
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| The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
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| He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
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| Jean Genie let yourself go! |