| Clue | Song Title | Artist |
| You may continue, wobbly male child. | |
| You there! Return me to my dwelling! | |
| Untamed being. | |
| Physically-boosted leg thrusts. | |
| Unsteady and befuddled. | |
| Improper pharmaceuticals. | |
| You there, Barbie's husband! What is the licensed bandwidth range of this radio station? | |
| The Gandalf of the art of propelling ball bearings around controlled game environments. | |
| A military force formed of one more than six different countries. | |
| Three hundred and thirty metres per second. | |
| My dear, it appears to be the apocalypse. | |
| Birthed of annoyance. | |
| For example, Sir Galahad and Sir Bedevere in a pleasant little cul-de-sac. | |
| Precipitation of the eleventh month. | |
| Spontaneous cosmic justice. | |
| My dear man, one could say you have the appearance of light scattering off nitrogen atoms in the atmosphere. | |
| I appear to be unable to get any fulfilment. | |