Let me tell you all a story about a man,
A man with a masterplan
Well you know he's going to chase down his dreams,
But he does not sleep yeh
Now he's looking for the next scene,
And he likes to keep his hands clean,
Well you know he's going to take what is his,
And some of yours yeh
You call him Gene, and I,
I call him Genie
Well he gets in through the back door,
Heads straight for the dancefloor,
And the women are tripping up themselves,
For a piece of the action,
But all of their attempts are in vein,
He's got eyes for Mary Jane,
She's the prettiest girl in the room,
Yeh she's smoking hot yeh!
You call him Gene, and I,
I call him Genie
You call him Gene, and I,
I call him Genie
I call him Genie
I call him Genie
