Geno

Back in '62 at Whitman's Whittity club
(Oh, Gino)
A boy Jimmy's machine and the rock steady rub
(Oh, Gino)
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
I did a week of flunking bunking school
The lowest hook in the crowd that night
Just practice and steps making out of fights

Academic inspiration, all you gave me none
You were my girl beloved, the fighter that won
Well, now just look at me as I'm looking down on you
No, I'm not being flashy, it's what I'm built to do

That man took the stage in his times swinging high
(Oh, Gino)
This man was my bombers, my Dexys, my hide
(Oh, Gino)
And the crowd that day, dude, they chanted your name
But they never knew that you were the same
I, I hear a low hum, you'll soon be some tamer
You fed me your brain, I remember your name

Academic inspiration, all you gave me none
You were my girl beloved, the fighter that won
Well, now just look at me as I'm looking down on you
No, I'm not being flashy, it's what I'm built to do

(Oh, Gino)
(Oh, Gino)