I don't wanna do this.
Please? You're killing me, Kaya.
No, don't pout. Okay! Okay. I'll do it.
(Sung in a semi-trained and steady voice.)
Ev'ry afternoon when the clock strikes four
A crazy bunch of kids crash through that door yeah
Well they throw off their coats and leave the squares behind
And then they shake it, shake it, shake it like they're losing their mind
You'll never see them frown 'cause they're the nicest kids in town
You turn your T.V. on and we know you turn the sound up
When your parents are gone, yeah and then you twist and shout
For your favorite star
And when you've practiced every step that's in your repertoire
You better come on down and meet the nicest kids in town.Done. I'm done. Go put on that Chicago thing. Maybe I'll like that one better.