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 Well-a One more summer