| Back in '68 in a sweaty club
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| Oh, Geno
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| Before Jimmy’s Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
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| Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
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| On a night when flowers didn’t suit my shoes
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| After a week of flunkin' and bunkin' school
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| The lowest head in the crowd that night
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| Just practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fights
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| Academic inspiration, you gave me none
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| But you were Michael the lover
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| The fighter that won
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| But now just look at me
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| I’m looking down at you
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| No, Im not bein flash
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| That man took the stage, his towel was swingin' high
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| Oh Geno
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| This man was my bombers, my Dexy’s, my high
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| Oh-oh-oh Geno-o
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| The crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your name
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| But they never knew like we knew
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| Me and you were the same
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| And now you’re all over, your song is so tame, brrrrr
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| You fed me, you bred me, I’ll remember your name
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| Academic inspiration, you gave me none
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| You were Michael the lover
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| The fighter that won
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| But now just look at me
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| I’m looking down at you
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| No, Im not bein flash
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| Its what Im built to do Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o
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| Oh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o |