Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Desire is coming, it breaks out loud

Pour your sugar on me

Me and the ladies are going after all the church groups...

She looks familiar to me, this woman. She looks eerily familiar.

God hates rock 'n' roll!

And when you're up there, you're untouchable.

Last night was shaking and pretty loud

...in Margaret Thatcher's bumhole.

We should review all their paperwork for violations.

I got the night on my side

- Okay, well, bye. Oh. - Bye.

- You sang in the church choir every Sunday. - Lutheran.

I wanna know what love is

His tour bus left L.A., taking Stacee Jaxx with it.

Though I keep searching for an answer

...you foul and pestilent congregation of vapors...

Of course we are. Arsenal's last show.

I'm not interested, sweetheart. I need you two to get back to work.

Sepitembala 9, 1987

I'm your charity case So buy me something to eat

He's licking his lips, he's ready to win

You ain't ruined, baby. But you will be if you stay here.

...to attend a satanic ritual to sew up Debbie Harry's vagina?

I'm really sorry about the shape I'm in

And love left this place a long time ago.

...is gonna be great for the city and for us.

Aerobics. I teach aerobics.

Can you please ask Hey Man to just chill for a second or two, man?

No, we ain't gonna take it

Ha-ha-ha. That's right, Hey Man, rock will never die.

Not you too, Hey Man.

Thank you. Thanks.

- So I started rockin' - Rockin'

No more bullshit. No more bullshit.

And no results. Nothing.

- Here I am, rock you like a hurricane - Here I am, rock you like a hurricane

I would never do that.

- Up and down the boulevard - Up and down the boulevard

This is Constance Sack. Rolling Stone.

How dare you?! How dare you?!

Thought I passed my own shadow

I'm your undercover love

Don't stop believin

Swallow your tears

Payin' anything to roll the dice

There are hundreds of "yous" out there. And tonight?

What's your price for flight?

From my head My head to my feet

Dropped out of Woodrow Wilson High in 11th grade.

Sepitembala 6, 1989

No, no, no. No.

Every rose has its thorn

And no one else can.

I'm gonna swallow my tears

Every rose has its thorn

But I can guarantee you something much more rare...

now mother fucker

Sepitembala 18, 1989

...but lately he seems more like a...

So come and take your time And dance with me

She's not here. She's at The Bourbon...

But right now I can't make ends meet

Sepitembala 19, 1987

Oh, my God, I just threw up.

- Then you wouldn't have to say - Then you wouldn't have to say

- Some were born to sing the blues - Some were born to sing the blues

Put something on, man.

Baby, put me underneath

- Paul? - Oh, crap. Yeah, sorry, man.

Sepitembala 28, 1989

Any way you want it

Heaven isn't too far away

...one final time for...

Do it a couple times. You'll be fine.

Not Joshy-Z, nor the Z-Guyz.

No, no. I put him on the map.

Then what is it?

Everybody, listen up!

All I gotta say to you When you tell me not to play

Sepitembala 30, 1989

I'm gonna call the press.

I think due to the changing nature of the music industry...

She loves to move She loves to groove

Any way you want it"

- Paul, I-- - Okay.

- Drew, stop! Shh. - I should have trusted you.

- You want a gig? Mm. - Yeah.

You lot need to feel the wind of change. Blow the cobwebs out of your gussets.

And I gave him his first million.

Oh, I’m gonna harden my heart

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Well, at least we have the Arsenal show coming up.

Darlin', in my wildest dreams

So tomorrow, as part of my "Clean Up The Strip" initiative...

And that record was produced about eight years ago.

Yes, I’m talking to Dennis. Oh-ho. He just flipped me off.

Don't be so pessimistic. Stacee just put you guys back on the map!

SHERRIE, JUSTICE & DREW: Just like every night has its dawn