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His dreams were his ticket out

Jeff Green wonders what we were laughing at, when we were laughing at the Sweat Hogs. All I know is that there was a time "sport shirt on the iceberg" chanted to the beat of a conga line could crack up me and my sibs without fail.

Around this time we were equally susceptible to the actually well written Odd Couple, with its analogous "Once there was a man named Jesse/a-ah a-ah ah/He wore his clothes very messy/a-ah a-ah ah" moment.

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