[He walks over to the stage and taps the bot, muttering something to it. Music starts playing.]
Another secret for ya I've been told if you want to make it in this game You got to have the luck You got to have the look
To make what I quite like to make it through the night My heart beats slow fast, I don't feel right With a sleight of hand I might die
What about you over there? Don't you think I care? Well I know you know I know you know I know
And to the man who would be king I would say only one thing And to the man who would be king I will say only one thing - La la la-la-la-laa la la la-la-la-laa