Aziraphale almost corrected him by saying that at least its theme wasn't lewd, like his laptop's, but let the argument rest. There was no way anyone would believe him about the laptop.

He smiled at Barnaby encouragingly and looked at the machine thoughtfully as the demon sang. What an interesting choice.

Aziraphale took over the second verse:

Here on my own now after hours,
here on my own now on a bus;
think of it this way,
you could either be successful or be us...