Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In a lamp forgotten, in the sands of time,
Lies a genie with a secret, in his rhyme.
He's got magic in his hands, but a different dream in sight,
Tired of granting wishes, he longs to build things right.
(Chorus)
He's a genie with a twist, a jazzman with a plan,
Wants to trade his mystic powers for a hammer in his hand.
No more granting wishes, no more granting fate,
He's gonna swap his magic for some concrete, mate.
[Instrumental break]
(Verse 2)
He's tired of granting riches, tired of granting fame,
He's got his eyes set on a different kind of game.
With his sleeves rolled up, and a hard hat on his head,
He's gonna build a world of wonder, brick by brick instead.
(Chorus)
He's a genie with a twist, a jazzman with a plan,
Wants to trade his mystic powers for a hammer in his hand.
No more granting wishes, no more granting fate,
He's gonna swap his magic for some concrete, mate.
(Bridge)
No more floating carpets, no more magic spells,
He's gonna find his freedom in the ringing of the bells.
With a toolbox by his side, and a whistle 'round his neck,
He'll trade his genie's lamp for a construction site to trek.
[Saxophone solo]
[...]
(Chorus)
He's a genie with a twist, a jazzman with a plan,
Wants to trade his mystic powers for a hammer in his hand.
No more granting wishes, no more granting fate,
He's gonna swap his magic for some concrete, mate.
(Instrumental Solo)
(Chorus)
He's a genie with a twist, a jazzman with a plan,
Wants to trade his mystic powers for a hammer in his hand.
No more granting wishes, no more granting fate,
He's gonna swap his magic for some concrete, mate.
(saxophone outro)
