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Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! |
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Back in '68 in a sweaty club |
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Oh, Geno |
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Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub |
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Oh-oh-oh Geno-o |
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On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes |
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After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school |
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The lowest head in the crowd that night |
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Just practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fights |
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Academic inspiration, you gave me none |
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But you were Michael the lover |
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The fighter that won |
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But now just look at me |
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I'm looking down at you |
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No, I'm not beinh flash |
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It's what I'm built to do |
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That man took the stage, his towel was swingin' high |
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Oh Geno |
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This man was my bombers, my Dexy's, my high |
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Oh-oh-oh Geno-o |
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The crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your name |
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But they never knew like we knew |
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Me and you were the same |
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And now you're all over, your song is so tame, brrrrr |
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You fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your name |
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Academic inspiration, you gave me none |
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You were Michael the lover |
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The fighter that won |
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But now just look at me |
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I'm looking down at you |
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No, I'm not being flash |
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It's what I'm built to do |
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Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o |
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Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o |