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.