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!
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)