Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Soon I will be done with the troubles of this world

You've got to let it

Let the light from the lighthouse

- Clean out your locker, - But, Mr, Gudge, I wasn't fraterniz,

But now you have wrested the information from me,

Let it shine on

Oh, no, no, he's back,

- Some kinda whore of Babylon? - One doesn't know who Helen was,

Now, I been tellin' the ladies about your music, and they want to hear you play,

Thy beauty is to me

Of course, the tourist business there has suffered

Gawain, maybe you could fill a Hudson sprayer and spritz it down while I drill,

The General here, whose curriculum vitae comprehends

You don't scare me, Bull Connor and all his dogs didn't scare me!

Trump says "no one gives him credit for anything"

Wait a minute, You've got to accept your responsibilities, young man,

OK? Get the fu, Get that fuckin' thing off of him,

Could I just give it all to Bob Jones University?

Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age,

Oh, no, ma'am, Don't want that on the wall,

- The Steel Sak, - Don't trust the banks, Never have,

Trouble's wwhat this wworld's about

Fuck the outside! Come on! What?!

Them that's got the piles and them that's goin' get 'em,

And it was just at this inopportune moment

Well, uh, properly speaking, madam, we are surprised, You are taken aback,

Of course, Wouldn't have it any other way,

Charge shoulda gone off already,

Everybody lookin' at me like I'm some kind of fuck-up for losin' a sorry-ass job,

- gonna shit all over the house! - He won't shit in the house, Mama,

- a particularly rare artifact of the Natchez tribe? -

- Well, if you want, you know, I could, - Loud!

Ooh, thank the Lord you never was sick,

- Shine on me - Shine on

Many what, ma'am?

I love you, Mama, I'm sorry, Mama, I love you,

- Look, man, - Why, this is most irregular,

well, one would hesitate to apply the epithet band

Jackass, you just blew your goddamn finger off!

I don't have a watch,

Let's go back to God

Must float like a leaf on the river of life,

Mr, Gudge, she had a ass that could pull a bus,

Otto is fuckin' dead!

We not payin' this jackass for goin' around blowin' off goddamn body parts!

They may, however, legally float,

- Gentlemen, to us! - To us!

Go to sleep one night, wake up in the glory land! Whoo!

- To God - Oh, come on

- I'm sorry, - Excuse me?

You have us dead to rights, but, madam, please, please, please

- fallin' in with that trash downstairs! - Ugh!

maybe - and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees with me,

Lay the bricks, Anchor in some chains,

He will be doin' such fabricatin' and demolition work

The thang still worked! It looked like a chewed-up frank,

I put spiders in my underpants, you see.

Anyhow, I just came to show you the fife, Othar's fife, Burned his own,

I'm tellin' you, he can tear it up, Right, Lump?

- That's right, - Who only just remortgaged his home

Fiery pit! Left My Wallet in El Segundo,

Why, you bastard punk! Mountain Girl is 53!

whose actions must be directed by a higher intelligence,

it is imperative to enlist the services of a hooligan, a goon, an ape, a physical brute,

as to why I darkened your door, as the expression would have it,

Of course, Why, it's child's play now, Easiest thing in the world,

but he done gone down to the Costco in Pascagoula and got himself a blaster,

- spirited away, as it were, by ghosts, - Of course,

Let your light from the lighthouse shine on me

His fingers are way the fuck up my nose!

Think of the riches, Lump, that you and I alone shall divide,

Madam, we must have waffles, We must all have waffles forthwith,

There's no I in team,

You brought yo' bitch to the Waffle Hut?

- Shine on me - Shine on

Troubles of this world Troubles of this world

Soon I will be done with the troubles of this world

- I think he's hit, - Oh, no,

I beg your pardon? Oh!

Oh, why, Mr, Dorr! You are a gallant man,

To smite is to go upside the head!

I believe it is traditional in such circumstances to draw straws,

or, or turned his lip to blowing the shofar?

bestowed, in my case, in recognition of my mastery of the antique languages

Yes, yes, The Good Book, mm, I have found reward in its pages,

Of Course Easiest thing in the world

- What you got there, Gawain? - Why, nothin', Mama,

That is why so much music of the cinquecento was played in crypts