Jean Genie - (Tribute to David Bowie)

Small Jean Genie's moved off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers
And ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking about Monroe
Walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go
And everything tastes nice
Poor little greenie

Jean Genie lives on his back
Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go

He sits like a man
Smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him
But just for a short while
Sleeps, scratchin' the sand
She let go of his hand

He says he's a beautician
But sells you nutrition

Keeps all your dead hair
From making up underwear
Poor little greenie

Jean Genie lives on his back
Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go

He's so simple minded
You can't tie his mind to
He lights up the neon
He sleeps in a capsule
He loves to be alone
He loves to be alone

Oh, Jean Genie lives on his back
Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go