Yeah. Let me demonstrate to you a little bit of the power of jazz scat singing.

- Sellotape tree? - The stickier the tape, the higher the branch.

- The brain! - To the brain!

The brain!

To the world of "The Mighty Boosh".

Run the bath! The bath of pain!

- I'm the brain cell. - The brain cell?

That's the milk for the cofee machine, doofus!

You'll widen the grooves, lower the value. No, no.

- It's the release form for the documentary. - Oh, yeah, OK.

♪ "The Mighty Boosh"

♪ "The Mighty Boosh"

♪ The time we used the chive, it really came alive

The pin! Use the safety pin. It's chock-full of diseases.

It was either the jockey outfit or the scuba look. Look at all the accessories, they are wild!

Oh, scat! Out of all the aspects of jazz, scat has got to be the worst, the main ofender.

Plunge it into the nucleus of the jazz cell. Kill it dead.

Sorry. Head for the brain. Get there before the jazz virus does.

This is the optic nerve, it takes you straight to the brain.

You're going the wrong way.