This here's the story about dumb, dumb George, who came up to Boston one sunny afternoon. He drove up from New York City, and he was freaky, and he wanted to record me, and I said, "George, you're dumb." And he said, "I know. Why do you think I make so much money. I wanna do a record that'll make number one." Dumb, dumb.
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