A musical conversation while getting ready for bed:

C: “Heeey Macarena!  Now don’t you worry ’bout my boyfriend; my boyfriend’s name is <mumblemumble> They all want me. They can’t have me…”

A: “I don’t know the words so I just count and say, ‘Macarena!’

One Maca, Two Maca, Three Macarena!

Four Maca, Five Maca, Six Macarena!

Seven Maca, Eight Maca, Nine Macarena!

Heeey Macarena!”

C: “… I don’t actually know the words, but I’m very sure that’s not right.”

(He thought it was a counting song :-D)