"Is that how it goes? Much obliged, my good...chap." He was pretty sure the person was a chap. The voice was decidedly chappish, and the height and general build and configuration, but, well, at first glance Bertie wouldn't have assumed that the chap was even alive, so he wasn't entirely sure he should trust his assumptions on this one.

He played a few introductory bars to the phrase and then enthusiastically sang, "But now, god knoooows. Anything goes."

And added a few more piano bars, and stopped.

"I don't suppose you know the lyrics to the rest of it as well. I only heard it the once right before I departed on this holiday and now I've had the blasted thing stuck in my head for days yet can't remember it."