Small Jean Ge nie (Bb)snuck (F)off to the ci ty, (F)strung out on la sers (Bb)and slash back bla zers (Bb)and (F)ate all your ra zors (Bb)while (F)pull ing the wai ters.

(F)Talk in’ ’bout Mon roe (Bb)and (F)walk ing on Snow White, (F)New York’s a go go (Bb)and (F)ev ’ry thing tastes nice, poor lit tle Green ie.

Ooh.

Jean Ge nie lives on his back.

The Jean Ge nie loves chim ney stacks.

He’s out ra geous, he screams and he bawls.

Jean Ge nie, let your self go!