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.