Bank Deposit Singalong

Yeah, so, I had a singalong in the bank this morning. I was standing in line to deposit a check, and "It's The Same Old Song" by the Four Tops was playing--not a muzak version, the real thing. So I'm standing there bobbing my head, swaying a little bit in time with the beat, and then the woman behind me, a plump white-haired lady in her sixties, starts quietly--and I guess unconsciously-- singing along.

Lady: It's the same--
Me (turning around): --old song...
Lady (embarrassed): Oh! Excuse me! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been doing that!
Me: No no, it's a great song!
Lady and me (singing and dancing): It's the same... old song... but a different meaning since you been gone, oh it's the same... old song...

When it went back to the verse and we weren't sure of the lyrics, we stopped singing but continued dancing. A thirty-something African-American guy and his young son, standing in line behind her, were smiling at us.

Guy: Is it because it's Friday, or is it just the song?
Lady: A little of both, I think. You can't beat the Four Tops.