Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! Geno! . . Back in '68 in a sweaty club. Oh, Geno. Before Jimmy's Machine and The Rocksteady Rub. Oh-oh-oh Geno-o. On a night when flowers didn't suit my shoes. After a
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let me be alone again. The only girl I care about has gone away. Lo
