I got a Genie and a magic lamp
I rub her bottle and she rubs my back
My every wish is her command
She can give me money, she can give me land
And gold, and diamonds, and the lottery numbers
But keep all that give me one more summer
I got rug burns from her magic carpet
Genie got splinters when the dancing started
Open says who? Open says me
Well she stole my heart so I stole her keys
I started up the carpet and I, I laid-a rubber
Ali-baba baby give me one more summer
Well-a one more summer, one more chance
One more stab at romance
One more kiss and then another
Now give me one more summer
Well-a one more summer, one more start
One more beat for this old heart
One more chance to make her mine
A well-a one more time
My Genie got married to a CPA
April fifteenth is her wedding day
I drown my sorrow, I drown my trouble
I drank her dry and then I rubbed that bottle
A-wishin' and a-wishin' and a, a-wishin' harder
For me and Genie and one more (one more)
One more summer, one more start
One more beat from my heart
One more chance to make her mine
A well-a one more time
I'm walkin' the beach, kickin' the sand
Findin' old bottles, blisterin' my hand
Cause somewhere out there, there's a one more genie
With a mean streak in her bikini
A pair of season tickets to a world of wonder
A one more summer
Now give me one more summer
Oh One more summer