Geno

Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! ...
Back in 68 in a sweaty club
(Oh, Geno)
Before Jimmys Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
(Oh, Geno)
On a night when flowers didnt suit my shoes
After a week of flunkin and bunkin school
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 Im looking down at you
No, Im not bein flash, Its what Im built to do
That man took the stage, his towel was swingin high
(Oh Geno)
This man was my bombers, my Dexys, my high
(Oh, Geno)
How 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 youre all over, your song is so tame, brrr
You fed me, you bred me, Ill remember your name
Academic inspiration, you gave me none
But you were Michael the lover
The fighter that won
But now just look at me as Im looking down at you
No, Im not bein flash, Its what Im built to do
Oh, Geno
(Oh, Geno)
Oh, Geno
(Oh, Geno)