Bohemian Rhapsody
Queen Lyrics

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me
To me

Mama
Mama? Ah
Mama, ah
Mama
Mama
Mama, ah-ha-ha-ha
Mama, mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama, mama, mama, ah
Mama, yoo-hoo
Mama?
Yoo-hoo, mama
Mama?
Mama
Dada?
Dada?

I see a little silhouetto of a clam
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me
Me, me, me, me (Galileo)
Me, me, me, me (Galileo)
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, (Galileo, Figaro) magnifico

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity (gnam, gnam, gnam)

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Manam, manam
Doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo (let me throw)
(Manam, manam) they will not let you throw (let me blow)
(Manam, manam) they will not let you go (let me joke)
Do not like your jokes (let me joke)
Do not like your jokes (let me joke)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Furniguiri, furniguiri, mama mia let me go
Does anyone know if there is a part for me, for me?
For me?

So they tell us this video is going to fly
All I know is we're not getting paid tonight
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here (right now)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
But moi
Any way the wind blows

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Tratore
Written by: Freddie Mercury

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