Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Back in ´68 in a sweaty club Oh, Geno Before Jimmy´s Machine and The Rocksteady Rub Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
On a night when flowers didn´t 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 I´m looking down at you No, I´m not beinh 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-oh-oh Geno-o 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 But now just look at me I´m looking down at you No, I´m not being flash It´s what I´m built to do