A small jean genie snuck off to the city.
Strung out on losers and slash back blazers.
And ate all the razors while pulling the waiters.
And talking about Monroe and walking on Snow White.
And New Yorks a go-go and everything tastes nice.
Poor little greeny.
The jean genie lives on his back.
The jean genie loves chimney stacks.
Hes outrageous,
He screams and he balls.
The 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.
Shell scratch in the sand,
Wont let go of his hand.
He says hes a beautician
And sells you nutrition.
And keeps all your dead hair
For making up underwear.
Poor little greeny.
Repeat Chorus.
Hes so simple minded,
He cant drive his module.
He bites on the neon
And sleeps in a capsule.
He loves to be loved.
He loves to be loved.
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