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, 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 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, Im not bein flash
Its what Im built to do

Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o