'Bohemian Rapsody'

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

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 has just began

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 tim 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, 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 frightening me

(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico

I'm just a poor man 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...

Oh mama mia, mama mia, let me go

Belzebut has a devil put aside for me


So you think you can stone me and spit in my eyes

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


Anyway the wind blows...