The greatest song ever written, ladies and gentlemen, is sung by the majestic Dion Warwick.

Bert Bacharach is swirling in their heavens.

Ray Hirat once again, the smartest man in the world, Proofcast, takes to the ether.

He's time for the salubrious confines of Bert Bacharach's avocado couch.

Sippin' a cherry with Angie Dickinson while our beaded curtains rattle.

For Mooth, I think I said cherry.

It's the greatest song of all time and there's no way round it.

I'm the smart man of the world, great Proofs.

This is Jennifer, hi, how are you?

Hi, good, thank you.

Well, I'm glad you're here.

I thought I dropped by.

I live in a state of, as you know, in between Gladys Knight, Dion Warwick and Chocacon,

wandering each day.

Oh, we need a baker.

My stable's, whether they're okay and what the world is doing for them every moment.

Right.

And a couple of them follow me on Twitter, which delights me beyond.

Betty Levin.

Betty Levin.

I think Dion Warwick just made a new album in two-thousand-dollar part.

Yes.

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