I told Harry I was going to sing this song at lunch on my volunteer day at his school, and he told me that if I did he would slit his throat.
Geez, that's kind of extreme.
But everyone loves that song.
I would just lip synch. And dance.
(gives me the death stare)
You're no fun.
Imagine your mother singing that at your school.
All right, all right.
Now do you get it?
But I'm a good dancer.
(shakes his head and walks away)