Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The G.O.U.
We would stay together?
Someone has altered the rules
It seems crazy
Just listen to that
Where the music of love's guitars
When you have unions on your side.
When you crawled in at night
To derive
For my efforts here tonight
Can't be controlled, will run wild
And his wife
On this night in a million nights
You'll be on me too
Ladies and gentlemen, Augustin Magaldi!
When the money keeps rolling in You don't ask how
Shoot me up with your blood Wine me up with your nights
Or simply disappear?
When they're ringing your curtain down
To be loud, but to be laid.
All the honours and titles
For those who have the cash
I'd be surprisingly good for you.
Suddenly an earthquake hit
She's gonna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
And who would underestimate
I won't go on if I'm boring you
Just large enough
But how soon
What do we do For our dream to survive?
There was nowhere she'd been
And I'll be fine
We weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts.
A new Argentina
Just mention her name.
She's the one who's kept us
They haven't a chance! Bye, bye!
Impressed me at all
#freeszoboszlai
Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew
They're hoping their lover Will help them or keep them
Please go on. You enthral me
the nerve,
And would you be
What they should not become
Where am I going to?
Figures get in the way
There are.
Where am I going to?
All through my wild days
The girl I love?
There again we could be foolish
Look at me to know
If normal methods of persuasion
And that will be all. If she needs you, she'll call
Fly away with me
Staying out of the sun
Unimportant,
So move, funny face.
CELTICS LOCKER ROOM
Next stop will be Europe!
To make me fantastic.
Yet I gave up the sea long ago.
Cannot be denied
It's been done before
Just a little touch of star quality
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Don’t cry for me Bitcointina!
You've had a good run
Bitch!
Hustling and fighting
Because you ought to know What you're gonna get in me:
You won't believe me
He lives for your problems He shares your ideals and your dream
Although she's dressed up to the nines
Turn a blind eye, Evita! Turn a blind eye!
- You are not welcome here. - He was the father of my children too.
We would take the country?
My father's other family were middle class
Or else,
Aren't supporting a single ass
Where do you go from here?
There's nothing more I can think of
In the slow lane.
We are all workers now
Rio de la Plata