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| Hey there little boy. Do you remember me from my musical heyday? I'm Scatman John! | |
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| You're joking, pops. You were never famous. You're just a washed up old tramp trying to con his way into my pants. | |
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| Let me show you: Skee badabadabop badabadabop biddle iddle iddly bob skidaddle bob. | |
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| Just give it up old man. There's no way you were even in the pop charts. | |
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| It was a big hit in Germany. | |
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| Oh, okay. Now I believe you. | |
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