Lyrics:

Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! ...Back in '68 in a sweaty clubOh, GenoBefore Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub
Oh-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 Micha
el the loverThe fighter that wonBut now just look at meI'm looking down at youNo, Im not bein flashIts what Im built to do
That 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 o
ver, your song is so tame, brrrrrYou 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, Im not bein flashIts what Im
built to doOh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-oOh Geno, Woh-oh-oh Geno-o