Geno
Dexy's Midnight Runners
(chanting: Geno! Geno! Geno!)
Back in '68 in a sweaty club,
(Oh, Geno.)
Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub,
(Oh-oh-oh, Geno.)
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 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 being 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.)
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.
You fed me, you bred me,
I'll remember your name.
Academic inspiration, you gave 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 being flash; it's what I'm built to do.
Oh, Geno.
Oh-oh-oh, Geno.
Oh, Geno.
Oh-oh-oh, Geno...
source: Ann
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