Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a land-side no escape from reality

Open you eyes, look up to the sky and see,

I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy,

because I’m easy come, easy go

little high, little low

Any way 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 has just begun

but now, I’ve gone and thrown

it all away

Mama, ooh, 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

Good bye everybody, I’ve got to go

Gotta leave you all behind

and face the truth.

Mama, ooh, (which ever way the wind blows)

I don’t want to die

I sometimes wish

I’d never been born at all.

I see a little silhouette of a man,

Scaramouche, scaramouch,

will you do the Fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning

very, very frightening me.

Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo

Gallileo, Gallileo

Figaro, Magnifico

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 him go

Will not let you go

Let me go

Will not let you go

Let me go, ah ….

Oh 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 spite 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