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!