Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I've sorted the backup band, don't worry.
Yeah. That's the part I struggle with.
I'm a soul promoter.
♪ Other men feel liberated ♪
Will you stop sulking?
and open.
♪ Ooh, but they're So spaced out ♪
for a scholarship at the Royal Academy of Music.
♪ Was doing a thing Called the Crocodile Rock ♪
- You, shh! - Bins everywhere.
Here you go, Dave.
They are the geniuses of American music.
Now get out there and play, you little twat.
People don't pay to see Reginald Dwight.
And what a shy little boy you were.
Thank you, Bernie.
♪ I may use a little muscle To get what I need ♪
♪ You can't plant me In your penthouse ♪
I'll not have a doss house around here.
And I got you a couple of nights at the Troubadour.
You're missing all the fun downstairs.
♪ Saturday Saturday ♪
Ni madres Sigo vivo
♪ Got shot in the breast And I know I must die ♪
♪ Oh, I've got To bring it back ♪
Well, size is everything, my friend.
♪ They are built On the tears I'm crying ♪
Not sure she has one.
Not actually called Reggie anymore.
Do that, and I'll put you on ten quid a week.
you and I could get together, if you like.
♪ And my redneck ways, and I ♪
Number 11 in Italy.
I'm personally responsible for five percent
♪ It's seven o'clock And I wanna rock ♪
♪ Let us live in peace, oh ♪
You're gonna be a draftsman.
♪ And I think it's gonna be A long, long time ♪
What?
Hello, son. I'm Fred. I'm a friend of your mum's.
I know.
Would you mind signing this?
You write songs that millions of people love.
Reggie's not long gone to bed.
She's killed my piano.
Now, Sheila and Fred's boy
♪ So don't go Breaking my heart ♪
One, two, three, four!
- Three? - A year.
My ranch.
And a bulimic.
- Yeah, all of them. - Excellent choice.
He's like my side of the family.
♪ But, honey, When you knock on my door ♪
- You said... - Four.
Some dessert, sir?
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
It's all his father's fault.
♪ That deaf, dumb And blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball ♪
♪ Wanna get a belly Full of beer ♪
Love to. Get him out from under my feet.
♪ I'm up to be the king It's gotten clear ♪
♪ Saturday night's alright ♪
I should be going.
- That's what's important. - Come to London with me.
You serious about wanting to be a rock 'n' roller?
Make sure they know what to say.
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
Look, shut up, Mum!
♪ It's sad, so sad ♪
♪ While you're in the world ♪
♪ And your face Is there before me ♪
- ♪ My meaning when I met you ♪ - ♪ My meaning when I met you ♪
They got a piano here?
♪ We've had it With your discipline ♪
♪ I want love ♪
Reggie Dwight!
♪ Looking like a true survivor ♪
♪ And I'm still standing ♪
That's what I'll be doing, personal management.
Wide open spaces.
- I would. - Oh, Mum!
- It's a good song. - It is good.
♪ But the fever's Gonna catch you When the bitch gets back ♪
What are you doing on your own up here?
♪ I was justified When I was five ♪
♪ Too late ♪
- ♪ And left me ♪ - ♪ And left me ♪
My stage gear.
Have you heard "Streets of Laredo" by Marty Robbins?
For my next trick,
♪ She packed my bags Last night pre-flight ♪
Maybe I should've tried to be more ordinary.
Better get you the proper haircut, eh?
We became inseparable after that.
Just talking about poor Renate.
♪ You are gone And the walls get higher ♪
♪ As I walked out In the streets of Laredo ♪