| I got a Genie and a magic lamp |
| I rub her bottle and she rubs my back |
| My every wish is her command |
| She can give me money, she can give me land |
| And gold, and diamonds, and the lottery numbers |
| But keep all that give me one more summer |
| I got rug burns from her magic carpet |
| Genie got splinters when the dancing started |
| Open says who? Open says me |
| Well she stole my heart so I stole her keys |
| I started up the carpet and I, I laid-a rubber |
| Ali-baba baby give me one more summer |
| Well-a one more summer, one more chance |
| One more stab at romance |
| One more kiss and then another |
| Now give me one more summer |
| Well-a one more summer, one more start |
| One more beat for this old heart |
| One more chance to make her mine |
| A well-a one more time |
| My Genie got married to a CPA |
| April fifteenth is her wedding day |
| I drown my sorrow, I drown my trouble |
| I drank her dry and then I rubbed that bottle |
| A-wishin' and a-wishin' and a, a-wishin' harder |
| For me and Genie and one more (one more) |
| One more summer, one more start |
| One more beat from my heart |
| One more chance to make her mine |
| A well-a one more time |
| I’m walkin' the beach, kickin' the sand |
| Findin' old bottles, blisterin' my hand |
| Cause somewhere out there, there’s a one more genie |
| With a mean streak in her bikini |
| A pair of season tickets to a world of wonder |
| A one more summer |
| Now give me one more summer |
| Oh One more summer |