Bohemian Rhapsody

performed by Queen, written and sung by Freddie Mercury)



Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see!

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy!
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away-
Mama, ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry-
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters-

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning- very very frightening me-
Galileo! galileo!
Galileo! galileo!
Galileo! figaro-magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He's just a poor boy from a poor family!
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
Easy come easy go-, will you let me go-
Bismillah! no we will not let you go- let him go!
Bismillah! we will not let you go- let him go!
Bismillah! we will not let you go- let me go!
Will not let you go- let me go!
Will not let you go let me go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby- can't do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows...