A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city   Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers   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      CHORUS   The Jean Genie lives on his back   The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks   He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls   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   She'll 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      CHORUS      He's so simple minded he can't drive his module   He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule   Loves to be loved, loves to be loved      CHORUS (repeat)