Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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