Les paroles de la chanson
« The jean genie »
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.
Talkin’ bout Monroe and walking on Snow White,
New York’s a go-go and everything tastes nice.
Poor little Greenie.

{Refrain:}
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.

{au Refrain}

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.

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