When Casablanca promised George Clinton he could "clean up" in the record business, they weren't just shooting the shit. And when they graciously offered to put him behind the wheel of a "baaad" machine, how could he refuse? So George signed on the dotted line faster than you can say A. J. Weberman and bought some new threads. But it isn't all work and no play for the cavaliero of clean. On his daily rounds in Beverly Hills, George gets to serenade record execs with such pearls as "Your Cash Ain't Nothin' But Trash," "Truck Driving Son-Of-A-Gun," and "Clean-Up Woman." And next week, he's planning to have the roof fluffed. Nice goin', George!

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