Michael Jackson can't sing

These are words you won't hear coming from my mouth, not after my own unconvincing rendition of "Billie Jean" tonight at Paradise Karaoke. It takes some true skill to perform that song, especially with all the 'woo!'s and 'A hey!'s, let me tell you.

Now, you could be wondering what on earth got me back into a karaoke room--you know, one of those private rooms where you've got complete freedom and they serve you coffee and ice cream. No, it wasn't the ice cream, but nice try. It was Etsuko.
We had a nice dinner tonight of nori-maki, sushi rolls that we made by hand. Due to the Bean-Throwing Festival tomorrow, we followed the ancient tradition of the north, made popular across Japan by Daiei Supermarket(which recently went bankrupt). We ate our nori-maki facing south-south-east, this year's 'lucky direction,' in complete silence. I AM NOT KIDDING. We made bets on how long it would take to eat them. I said 12 minutes, she said ten. Exactly ten minutes of silence later, we both finished the last bite.

At the end of the meal, Etsuko looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I have an idea." Another ten minutes later, we found ourselves walking down the silent halls of a karaoke joint which vaguely reminded me of a casino. I took comfort in the fact that I couldn't hear any music from the rooms as we passed by them one by one. The staff woman stopped at number 19. We went in, took off our shoes, and gave it a mighty go!
Can you guess which song I chose to sing first? I'll give a couple of hints: it's by The Beatles, and it's words are simple enough that I once taught it to a class of Japanese fourth graders. Also, I became familiar with it only after coming to Japan.