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.
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!
