Padding up onto the stage, Buddy smiled nervously at the crowd. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he nodded to Tattoo. Nodding his head as a reply, the pig began the music.

Clearing his throat, Buddy started to sing, "Turn it up!" Recognizing the song, the audience cheered as Buddy went on, "Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know. Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control. You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold. I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold. 'Cause you don't even know, I can make your hands clap!" The dachshund clapped his paws together before continuing, "Said I can make your hands clap!" Now the audience clapped their paws together. Encouraged, Buddy went on, "Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know. Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control. You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold. I want your sex and your affection when they're holdin' you close. 'Cause you don't even know, I can make your hands clap!" The audience clapped their paws. "Said I can make your hands clap!" Buddy continued, causing another round of clapping.

Buddy, forgetting his worries, sang on, "Every night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down, 'cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now. We could be screamin' till the sun comes out. And when we wake we'd be the only sound. Get on my knees and say a prayer to James Brown. That I can make your hands clap! That I can make your hands clap!" Cheering, the audience cried, "Turn it up!" Laughing on the inside, Buddy continued, "That I can make your hands clap! My flesh is searchin' for your worst and best, don't ever deny. I'm like a stranger, gimme me danger, all your wrongs and your rights. Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes. Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine. But you don't even know, I can make your hands clap!"

The audience clapped their paws. "Said I can make your hands clap!" Buddy cried, clapping his paws together before singing, "Every night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down, 'cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now. We could be screamin' till the sun comes out. And when we wake we'd be the only sound. Get on my knees and say a prayer to James Brown. That I can make your hands clap! That I can make your hands clap! That I can make your hands clap! That I can make your hands clap! So can I get a hand clap?"

The room was filled with applause for the dachshund as Buddy walked off the stage and another stepped up...