[All the Elvis goes on Larry's side. That's a given. All the Queen goes on Freddy's. Isn't that fitting? He can feel that big old paw in his back pocket. It's nice.]

It won't be long yet, til you're alone when your lover... [Yeah, he held that note out.] Oh he hasn't come home, cause he's lovin' who he's touchin', he's squeezin' another.

[But he's not belting it out so as to keep this moment to themselves. Freddy's got a look though, the same kind he wears when he's trying to be Iggy Pop in just a towel. He presses his mouth to Larry's before there's anymore breath to sing.]