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Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! ...Back in '68 in a sweaty clubOh, GenoBefore Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady RubOh-oh-oh Geno-oOn a night when flowers didn't suit my shoesAfter a week of flunkin' and bunkin' schoolThe lowest head in the crowd that nightJust practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fightsAcademic inspiration, you gave me noneBut you were Michael the loverThe fighter that wonBut now just look at meI'm looking down at youNo, I'm not beinh flashIt's what I'm built to doThat man took the stage, his towel was swingin' highOh GenoThis man was my bombers, my Dexy's, my highOh-oh-oh Geno-oThe crowd they all hailed you, and chanted your nameBut they never knew like we knewMe and you were the sameAnd now you're all over, your song is so tame, brrrrrLetras de cancionesYou fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your nameAcademic inspiration, you gave me noneYou were Michael the loverThe fighter that wonBut now just look at meI'm looking down at youNo, I'm not being flashIt's what I'm built to doOh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-oOh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o From Letras Mania