My fingers fly. Fly, fly, fly My fingers fly. And that was “My Fingers Fly.” Wasn’t that lovely? Now please welcome little Timmy. He has brought something very special today. That’s right. He brought an electric guitar. Timmy? Timmy? I don’t do pop. I don’t do pop. No sweet little hook. No happy little drop. I don’t do pop. I don’t do pop. Fingers fly. Fingers die. I don’t do pop. Drop it low. Make it rot. I don’t do pop. I don’t do pop. Timmy said no. Timmy said no. Timmy said no. I don’t. Do. Pop.
