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).