Clara grinned, squirming in her seat, her hands wrapped around her glass, as The Doctor quickly broke into a rather loud, and distorted, version of "What Do I Get" by Buzzcocks.
"I just want a lover like any other,
What do I get?"
Clara took a drink to hide her blush at The Doctor using the word "lover." He noticed, regardless, and gave her a predatory grin.
"I only want a friend who will stay to the end,
What do I get?"
Clara bit at her lower lip, feeling a pang of sadness at the connotation.
The Doctor leaned out over the stage toward her, his words only for Clara, though the crowd went mad with his slinking movements.
"I only get sleepless nights
Alone here in my half-empty bed."
Clara made eyes right back at him, trying to convey how she'd like to help him with that particular problem.
The audience helped out with the call and repeat section:
"WHAT DO I GET?"
The Doctor, grinning, answered back:
"Nothing that's nice."
Managing to sound a bit sad in their answer, the audience responded:
"WHAT DO I GET?"
With his mouth slightly turned down and sad, totally playing it up, The Doctor answered:
"Nothing at all."
Clara joined in on the chanting:
"At all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all!"
Everyone stopped and allowed The Doctor his dramatic last line, practically falling off the stage, as he sang to Clara:
"'Cos I don't get you."
The entire place erupted in cheers as he finished. The Doctor took center stage and happily bowed, with large flourishing gestures of his long arms, holding his guitar up to pound out some cacophonous sounds. When he looked up, Clara was gone.