The Jean Genie (alt. versions 2 & 3) Songtext
von David Bowie

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 right
Poor little Greenie

Hoo-ooo
Get back on it

Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney slacks
He′s outrageous (Jean Genie)
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie let yourself go, whoa

Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him but just for a short while
She 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


Hoo-ooo

Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney slacks
He′s outrageous (Jean Genie)
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie let yourself go, ohh

So simple-minded, he can′t drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved

Hoo-ooo
Hoo-ooo

Ohh
Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney slacks
He's outrageous (Jean Genie)
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie let yourself go, whoa
Go, go


Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney slacks
He′s outrageous (Jean Genie)
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie let yourself go, whoa
Go, go-go