Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A shame you did it all

I tasted it last night, didn't I?

I never expected it to

I'm only a radio star with just one weekly show

There's nothing more I can think of to say to you

Where am I going to?

I'm moving out with my man

What is 20 next to millions who

But all you have to do

You can cry for a body...

You've completed your task

But on the other hand

Example: gave us back our businesses

Can't think why

- So what happens now? - Another suitcase in another hall.

Who hasn't an eye on

Support them, promote them

We weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts.

And one day you too will inherit these treasures!

To see us six feet underground.

I only want variety of society

But I don't think that's likely somehow

A magical moment or two

You were supposed to have been immortal

Since 17 October 1945.

It wasn't on the schedule anyhow

Creeping home before it gets too light

What a fortunate coincidence

...a qualified yes!

You're losing strength Not style

And always will be

Anyone's cause but your own?

So what happens now?

By Argentine glory

You're losing speed

Did you hear that? They called me a whore

We've all gone crazy

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

She should stare at the ceiling Not reach for the skies

I want to be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.

What happens now?

All to join in the singalong…

It's happened at last

At the age of 15

And those who are not become

For a week or even two

Dressed up somewhere to go

There again we could be foolish

Don't cry for me E K A T E R I N A!!!

She had some style

Backs to the wall!

So young, the instant queen

Turn a blind eye, Evita! Turn a blind eye!

Frightened you'll slip away

The greatest social climber since Cinderella.

Where the music of love's guitars

For someone on top of the world

Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

There was a military coup

Even if you asked her to be

But fine as those sentiments sound

- Are you here on your own? - Yes. Oh, yes.

The talk of the bath The great ointment

That I'm immune to gloom

She's not a bauble

Taking breakfast in bed

Which means...!

That's how we get The government we deserve.

Plays for evermore

Maybe you're my reward

And with chaos installed