Bohemian Rhapsody (feat Elton John)

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 (boy, boy)

I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, 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've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, oh!

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 everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, oh! (anyway the wind blows...)

I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouche! Wcaramouche! will you do the fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo! Galileo!

Galileo! Galileo!

Galileo figaro!

Magnifico, oh!

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!

Never let me go, oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia! Mamma 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

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows