Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You expect me to believe this?

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

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

(FAST HEAVY METAL SOLO)

♪ Gonna jump all over your body

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

(FUNKY CLAVICHORD, SPIDER HUMMING)

♪ We are looking for the new sound

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

Put away those firey biscuits

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

Me, you and Carlos Santana hoovering for six weeks.

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

Let us begin our quest to find the new sound.

♪ Gonna make you scream Gonna make you whine

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

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

One and a half minutes?

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

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

The backstage pass test.

Put away those fiery biscuits!

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

I too love pigs.

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

♪ Travelled every single road Turned over every stone

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

♪ Clockwork Margaret skating on my mouse mat

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

Sneaking around in the dark like some kind of pervert.

He has an allergy.

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