Geno

Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! ...

Back in '68 in a sweaty club
Oh, Geno
Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
Oh, Geno.

On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
With the lowest head in the crowd that night
Just practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fights.

Academic inspiration
You gave me none
But you were Michael the lover
The fighter that won.

But now just look at me
As I'm looking down at you
No, I'm not bein' flash
It's what I'm built to do.

That man took the stage, his towel was swingin' high
Oh, Geno
This man was my bombers, my Dexy's, my high
Oh, Geno.

The crowd they all hailed you
And chanted your name
But they never knew like we knew
Me and you were the same.

And now you're all over
Your song is so tame, brrrrr
You fed me, you bred me
I'll remember your name.

Academic inspiration
You gave me none
You were Michael the lover
The fighter that won.

And now just look at me
As I'm looking down at you
No, I'm not bein' flash
It's what I'm built to do.

Oh Geno, woah Geno
Oh Geno, woah Geno.