You should have seen
Gene the machine
He kept their clocks clean
All season

Taking his cues
From Billy McCue
While feeding
Roger Yost

Oh taking his cues
From Billy McCue
Down in the
Low post

His first step
To the hoop
Redefined
The hula hoop

Gene the Machine
Oh the machine
Gene the Machine
Oh the machine

Those thirty footers
Fell like raindrops
Same as putting
Pebbles in a cup

His heaves
From the wing were
Farflung
Floating leaves

Cutting
Cunningly
Through
The paint

No tracks
Not a trace
His bankshot
Oh so quaint

Gene the Machine
Oh the machine
Gene the Machine
Oh the machine
Gene the Machine
Oh the machine
Oh

Gene the Machine
Nimble and keen
Slicing the lane
Like a wet limousine
Stealing the scene

Gene the Machine
His game so clean
Returns nostalgia to
Where it should be
For all of us to see

A cougar
Among cats
Throwing knitted kisses
Onto your heart

He blew on by you
Like milky molasses
Without blowing smoke
Up your ass

BMOC
With his
BYO
Smile

The Long
Center
Longs
For you

Despite
His
Nick
Name

He
Was
Fully
Human

He
Invented
Big
Hair

Afro
Aglow
in Mid
Air

Drenched
In
Unseen
Speed

Often
Made
His man
Bleed

From the
Top of
The
Key

He set
Them
And us
Free

Gene the Machine
Oh the Machine
You should have seen
Gene the Machine

He kept
Their clocks clean
All season
All season
All season
All season
All season
ALL
ALL
ALL
ALL
Speed