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He would come on and scream, "Eppa!" and the music would start. The next thing I know I'm dancing on my bed screaming, "Eppa! Uno... Dos... Tres..." It was great. After the weekend was over I was walking through the offices singing Ricky. He was everywhere down there. He was on my Coke can, he was on the radio, he was on the T.V., he was being covered by house bands. Every where I went the rest of the week, all I heard was Ricky.