BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
Recorded By: Queen
Lyrics & Music 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, 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 had 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.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've
got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, 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 fright'ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.)
Galileo, Galileo 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 me go.) Will not let
you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let
you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no.
(Oh 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.