Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers, slash back 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, woo hoo, woo hoo The Jean Genie lives on her back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks 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 love him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand Says he's a beautician, sells you nutrition Keeps all your dead hair for making underwear Poor little Greenie, woo ho The Jean Genie lives on her back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks, yeah Outrageous, she screams and she bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! [spoken] All right, 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... OK, that's enough of that. Thanks man.