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!