(Composição: David Bowie) A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers And 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 nice Poor little Greenie 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 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 He's so simple minded He can't drive his module He bites on the neon And sleeps in a capsule Loves to be loved Loves to be loved 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
