Back in '68 in a sweaty club (oh geno)
before jimmy's machine and the rocksteady rub (oh geno)
On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes
after a week of flunking and bunking school
the lowest head in the crowd that night
just practicing steps and keeping out of the fights
Academic inspiration, you gave me none
but you were michael the lover, the fighter that won
and now just look at me as i'm looking down on you
no i'm not being flash, it's what i'm built to do
That man took the stage, his towel was swinging high (oh geno)
this man was my bombers, my dexy's, my high (oh geno)
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
you fed me, you bred me, i'll remember your name
Academic inspiration, you gave me none
but you were michael the lover, the fighter that won
and now just look at me as i'm looking down on you
no i'm not being flash, it's what i'm built to do
Oh geno