Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers, slashback blazers Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking 'bout Monroe, walking on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little greenie The Jean Genie lives on her back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks, yeah She's outrageous, screams and she bawls Jean Genie let yourself go Sits like a man but she smiles like a reptile Loves him, she loves him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go off his hand Says he's a beautician, sells you nutrition Keeps all your dead hair for making underwear Poor little greenie The Jean Genie lives on her back The Jean Genie, she loves chimney stacks, yeah Outrageous, she screams and she bawls Jean Genie, let yourself go Alright, that's all I know I don't know the third verse You know, I uh, I had, I even It was a good excuse to email Bowie I wanted okay, that's enough of that Thanks man