Driftin’ Blues / The Jean Genie (Live at the Phoenix Festival, Long Marston, 20th July, 1997)

I've been drifting, drifting
Like a ship on the old sea
I've been drifting, drifting

Won't somebody help me?
Won't somebody rescue me?

Poor little greenie
Snuck into the city
Strung out on lasers
And slash back blazers

Ate all your razors
While pulling the waiters
Talking 'bout Monroe ...

Talking 'bout Monroe
And walking on snow white
New York's a go-go
And everything tastes nice
Poor little Greenie
Woo-hoo, yeah

The Jean Genie
Lives on his back
The Jean Genie
Loves chimney stacks and he's uh
Outrageous, he screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie, let yourself go, oh

Sits like a man
But he smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him
But just for a short while

She'll scratch in the sand
She won't let go of his hand
Says he's a beautician
Sells you nutrition
Keeps all your dead hair for
Making up underwear
Poor little Greenie. ooh, yah

The Jean Genie
Lives on his back
The Jean Genie
Loves chimney stacks and he's uh
Outrageous
He screams and he bawls
The Jean Genie
Let yourself go, oh

So simple-minded
He can't drive his module
He bites on the neon
And sleeps in a capsule
Loves to be loved
On, loves to be loved

Jean Genie
Jean Genie
Loves chimney stacks
And he's
Outrageous
Screams and he bawls
Jean Genie
Let yourself go-ooh-oh

Jean Genie
Jean Genie
Loves chimney stacks
And he's
Outrageous
Screams and he bawls
Jean Genie
Let yourself go-ooh-oh

Ah, look at the moon!
Yeah yeah
Whoah no
Whoah no
Whoah whoah