Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno!

Back in '68 in a sweaty club

(Oh, Geno)

Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub

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

But you were Michael the lover

'Cause I'm looking down at you

That man took the stage, his towel was swingin' high

(Oh Geno)

This man was my bombers, my Dexy's, my high

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, brrr

You fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your name

You were Michael the lover

'Cause I'm looking down on you