Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Travelled every single road Turned over every stone

♪ Clockwork Margaret skating on my mouse mat

and make love, until I fall over in the dirt, and then the next day I do it again, you know.

That was a misunderstanding, I was naked, it was dark,

He has an allergy.

Sneaking around in the dark like some kind of pervert.

-Oh, my pancreas. -Feel the power of my fusion lick.

Put away those fiery biscuits!

What did I tell you before, huh? What goes around comes around.

-Cool. Let's hear it then. -Now go easy, 'cause this is early days.

-Well, we shall see. -Listen to me, Rudi.

♪ We are looking for the new sound

-I don't know what to say, Rudi. -Don't say anything, just go.

The backstage pass test.

and let it stew in its own reverb for about three hours,

Me, you and Carlos Santana hoovering for six weeks.

One and a half minutes?

I too love pigs.

♪ Gonna jump all over your body

Let us begin our quest to find the new sound.

It's letting in all kinds of mambo-jimbo.

You expect me to believe this?

(FAST HEAVY METAL SOLO)

♪ Gonna make you scream Gonna make you whine

He doesn't ponce around the desert in a dress.

(FUNKY CLAVICHORD, SPIDER HUMMING)

-What is this? -It's the tears of Mozart.

You know, it was the '60s, you know, free love, we were young.

It is a place where it is written that a musician may find the new sound.

You cannot put all of the blame on top of her head.

Put away those firey biscuits

But I know there was something about you. Something in your eyes,