Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I too love pigs.

Me, you and Carlos Santana hoovering for six weeks.

♪ Clockwork Margaret skating on my mouse mat

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

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

Put away those fiery biscuits!

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

He has an allergy.

You expect me to believe this?

Put away those firey biscuits

♪ We are looking for the new sound

One and a half minutes?

(FUNKY CLAVICHORD, SPIDER HUMMING)

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

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

The backstage pass test.

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

(FAST HEAVY METAL SOLO)

♪ Gonna jump all over your body

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ Travelled every single road Turned over every stone

♪ Gonna make you scream Gonna make you whine

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

Sneaking around in the dark like some kind of pervert.

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

Let us begin our quest to find the new sound.