Lorne continued his song, peppering it here and there with banter and audience-participation, holding the mic out to the crowd, which would sing the requisite line.
Once that was done, he stood up and took a bow.
"Alright, kittens. The nachos are on special tonight and make sure you tip your server. I don't care if your loved one has vanished without a trace, that's no reason to stiff a nice girl!"
He smiled broadly and made sure they got that he did, in fact, care, before handing the mic to a teenage bow with bad hair who proceeded to ask to sing some kind of song that sounded like screaming.