My Little Genie
He wasn’t hiding in a lamp
So he didn’t need a rub
No message in a bottle
I met him in the pub
Playing a blinder on the drums
That man, he sure had rhythm
I’d drank so many bottles
Sure I could barely see him
Highly intoxicated, sitting at the bar
When the gig was over
I wanted another jar
Soon he came to chat to me
I tried to look real cool
Leaning too far forward
Almost falling off the stool
Now way back in the day
Storm was the place to go
Many of you are far too young
To remember it I know
Being the lady that I am
I invited him along
Full of Smirnoff Ice
What could possibly go wrong?
Down the street I toddled
Holding on to him
Trying to walk the line
My legs were giving in
At last we reached the door
And Storm it was buzzing
I was feeling queasy now
From the bottles I’d been guzzling
We sat for a while
Then he asked me to dance
A slow number was playing
So I took up my stance
Head was quite dizzy
Swept away by his charms
Why was I feeling this way
In his arms ?
Back to his house
For a nice cup of tea
Afraid of my life he was
Going to seduce me
I went to the bathroom
And saw his jacuzzi
I wondered if he thought
I was some kind of floozy
Fast forward now
To twenty years on
My little genie and I
Are still going strong
He stands small and cute
My idea of Heaven
Just the right size
At four foot eleven
So all you young ladies
Who go out at night
Don’t worry about getting drunk
For you just might
Find your own little genie
At the bottom of a bottle
So give it socks
And go full throttle !
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