Genius Songtext
von John Murry

I′ve got a bitter pot of Genesee qua
Guess what I'm stirring it with a monkey′s paw
Since I saw you coming out of my barber shop
In that skimpy little halter top
Did you light the candles?
Did you put on "Kind of Blue"?
Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him too?
He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure
Every other unindicted co-conspirator

Mata Hari had a house in France
Where she worked on all her secret plans
Men were falling for her sight unseen
She was a genius


There′s a face in every window of the songwriter′s neighborhood
Everybody's your best friend when you′re doing well
Well I mean good
The poet who lived next door when you were young and poor
Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneur
But Albert Einstein was the ladies' man
Yeah, he was working out that universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
Man was a genius

Then you dropped me, you staked your claim
On some VIP who could make your name
You latched on to him and I became a minor inconvenience
Yeah, your protégé don′t care about art
I'm the one who always told you you were smart
You broke my heart into smithereens
That took genius

You and the barber make a handsome pair
Guess what I never liked the way he cut your hair
I didn′t like the way he turned your head
But there's nothing I can do or say
I haven't done or said
And everybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
I′d be a fucking genius