By: Jimmy Buffett
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1970
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See the lady
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Smiles as if to tell
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Her son remembers everyone
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Treats 'em all quite well
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He never asked for promises
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And now his fame is wide
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And everyone who knew him well shares a little pride
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Chorus:
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Ain't he a genius
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The boy's become a star
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And he smiles upon the faces
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Who wish they could go far
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Not long ago they criticized
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The genius only wrote
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And now they listen spellbound
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With lumps caught in their throats
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His virtue was sheer poverty
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His vice was reading plays
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While other children starved and fought
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He learned just what to say
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Through tension and confession
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He beat the monster down
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Then surfaced in society no longer underground
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Chorus:
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Ain't he a genius
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The boy's become a star
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And he smiles upon the faces
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Who wish they could go far
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Now they remember
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Talk only of his good
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While jealousy flows in their veins
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And says I wish I could
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Ain't he a genius
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Ain't He a Genius
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| Jimmy Buffett |
