Bohemian Rhapsody

Singer: Queen
Written by: Freddie Mercury
Album: A Night at the Opera

Is this a 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 litte high, a little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't 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'm gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo....
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this tima tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if doesn't really matter

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

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do a fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very, frightening me!
Galileo, galileo
Galileo, galileo,
Galileo figaro, magnifico...
Ooo, 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
(never) Never let you go
Let me go
Never let me go
Ooh...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mamamia, mamamia
Mamamia 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 and lead me to die?
Ooh, baby
Can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here...
Ooh... Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.....
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see...
Nothing really matters...
Nothing really matters, to me....

Anyway the wind blows....