“1,2,3,4,
But I can’t count any more.
5,6,9,10,
See, I can’t count up till then…
Oh, you know that I’m smart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, you know that I’m smart
Oh, you know who you are…
1,2,3,4,
Tell me that I’m not a bore,
5, 6, 7, 8…
Ehh…how does the song go here again?
Hey! Wait! I counted right! Wait…that is how you count, right: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8?”

“Yeah, Feist, don’t even try. We thought you couldn’t, so we wrote the song 5,6,9,10. Let’s take it again from the top. Everyone off the stage…by the way, nice fluorescent yellow, Tom, it really suits you. Okay, aaaaaaaand…action!”

“1, 2, 3, 4,
This blue makes you eyesore.
5, 6, 8, 12…wait, what am I supposed to say again?”