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 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-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 bein’ flash It’s what I’m built to do
Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-oTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
