I'm Satisfied
Tom Coakley and His Orchestra Lyrics
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Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking 'bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go, and everything tastes right
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
Keep her comin'
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
She love him, she love him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
He's so simple-minded, he can't drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved
Oh, Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
Go!
Go!
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
Go, go go!
The lyrics to "Jean Genie" by David Bowie describe a character known as the "Jean Genie," who is a small and cunning individual who has made his way to the city, and is now living off the excess and vibrancy of the New York City nightlife. The Jean Genie is strung out on drugs, obsessed with fashion and pop culture, and loves to flirt with danger. He is described as being both outrageous and vulnerable, screaming and bawling but also desperately seeking validation and love.
The song is a commentary on the excess and decadence of the 1970s, a decade marked by social and political upheaval, economic uncertainty, and a growing disillusionment with traditional values. The Jean Genie is a symbol of this era, a figure who embraces the transgressive and the taboo in order to find meaning and excitement in his life. He is a product of the times, a manifestation of the cultural ferment that was sweeping the nation.
The lyrics also suggest that the Jean Genie is a kind of chameleon, able to adapt to his surroundings and convince others that he is something he is not. He claims to be a beautician and a nutritionist, but in reality, he is a con artist and a dangerous influence on those around him. The Jean Genie is both alluring and dangerous, a reflection of the contradictions and complexities of the era in which he was created.
Line by Line Meaning
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
A diminutive mythical figure named Jean Genie went to the city in secret
Strung out on lasers and slash-back blazers
Under the influence of intensely mesmerizing sensations and flashy clothing
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Consume anything harmful or dangerous while demanding service from staff members
Talking 'bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
Discussing famous people and moving gracefully like a fairy-tale character
New York's a go-go, and everything tastes right
New York City is vibrant and exciting, and every experience is fulfilling
Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh
This small green figure is in a pitiable condition
Keep her comin'
Continue to experience pleasurable feelings
The Jean Genie lives on his back
Jean Genie is always willing to be physically passive and indulgent
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
Jean Genie is fascinated by towers on rooftops that vent fumes
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie)
He is a highly unusual individual, who makes loud and emotional sounds
Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah
Jean Genie should relax all inhibitions and indulge in desires completely
Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
Looks composed but with a sinister expression like a snake
She love him, she love him but just for a short while
She has a fleeting attraction towards him
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
She is possessive and clings to his hand as they walk on the beach
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
He claims to be a skilled cosmetologist and offers health supplements
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
He reuses discarded hair to create undergarments
He's so simple-minded, he can't drive his module
He lacks complexity and is not capable of operating his vehicle
He bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule
He chews on illuminated signs and takes naps in small enclosures
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved
Craves affection and attention
Go!
An exclamation of enthusiasm to encourage action
Go, go go!
An excited repetition of the previous exclamation
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: RAYMOND KLAGES, FATS WALLER
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