The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Can't you see Oh can't you see Takin' all the best of me Whoah can't you see Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes

Baby, what'd I say? Tell your momma, tell your pa, Gonna move you back to Arkansas. All right, baby what'd I say? Whoa, all right, baby what'd I say? Oh baby, oh baby. All right, baby, what'd I say? Oh, all right, yeah. Yeah, what'd I say?

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Keep on dancin' till the world ends To the next level, baby Baby, let me blow your mind I can't take it, take it, take no more Never felt like, felt like this before C'mon get me, get me on the floor DJ whatcha, whatcha waitin'

Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Oh, can't you see? Whoa, can't you see? Can't you see? You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I