Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The juvenile authorities have had it with Drape gangs.

You stayed away so long

What's that on your face, blubber-boy?

- It's really cool. - That's my little Snare-Drum.

It's heartbreaking to be this age

Wanda, honey. You want a ride home with Dad?

Don't make no lifer out of me

- But what if you get your dress dirty? - Thank you, Grandmother.

Hello, hello again Sh boom I'm hoping we'll meet again

Mom and Dad, go home. You're embarrassing me.

I'm man enough, you big cry-baby.

Give him a pair of eyes with that come-hither gleam

God is in her gullet. And he is in yours, too.

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Sewing all those old school clothes together.

I get tuberculosis.

- get cut. - Come on, honey.

Come back to me

I'm Baldwin and these are the Whiffles.

Please, Mr. Jailer

We're looking for kicks We want them now

I can barely imagine what you would call music.

Cry-Baby, look! It's your only chance, man.

Watch. It's easy.

Let Jesus Christ be your gang leader!

won't you let my man go free?

Yeah, but Drapes are people, too. They just look different.

And I'd like to sing something in his memory, something hillbilly.

Boy, do I have a story for you.

Into his arms I would fly

And chill when my thrill passes by

My parents were good people and they loved me.

I want you to sing your heart out.

Well, I was out for a little fun

Mrs. Vernon-Williams, a picture, please.

He won't go steady

Let's all put on a folk hat and learn something about a foreign culture.

I'm not taking chances

Cry-Baby Walker.

- Get down from there this minute. - Sit down, you traitor.

It's just a thunderstorm. Heat lightning.

and say we've gone mad

This is what we think of your kind of music.

Beauty, brains,

Hey, girls. What do you think?

Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks