Screw him.
Everyone up on the drum risers.
-Up on the drum risers. -Come on!
Thank you, Chrissie. Showing some enthusiasm.
-Everyone? -Yes. Come on, John.
Everyone. I'm not waiting any longer.
Get up.
-Bass. -No. You don't need it.
Get up. Come on, Rog. Take your time.
Alright.
What's this about?
You remember our last concert?
The crowd were singing our songs back to us.
It was deafening, but it was wonderful.
They're becoming a part of our show.
I want to encourage that, so
I've got an idea to involve them a little bit more.
Let's start with this.
Stamp to this beat.
-Genius. -Thank you, John.
Come on!
Good.
Now, I want you to clap on the third beat.
Don't speed up!
Rog, keep that time.
No Prenter?
It's unusual to see you without your clone.
It's unusual seeing you be so bitchy.
Oh, you kept time, Rog. Good.
What's going on?
You'd know if you were on time.
I'm a performer, darling. Not a Swiss train conductor.
-Sorry I'm late. -Again.
Alright.
Now, will you please tell me why you're not
playing any instruments?
I want to give the audience
a song that they can perform.
Right? Let them be part of the band.
So what can they do?
Imagine.
Thousands of people doing this in unison.
Huh? Well?
What's the lyric?
Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place
Singin' we will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street
Gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
We will, we will rock you
Sing it!
We will, we will rock you
Yeah!
Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes
Gonna get you some peace someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
-Do it! -We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you