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| What are you looking so sad about? | |
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| Another one of the singers I grew up with died. | |
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| Chuck Berry, right? I remember you singing his song to me when you put me to bed. | |
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| Remember. "My Ding-A-Ling everybody sing." | |
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| "You must be playing with your own ding-a-ling." You know that was just a song I didn't mean for it to become your motto. | |
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