Bohemian Rhapsody


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
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama! Mama?
Yeah! Mama!
Uhm mama

Mama! Mama! Ahahaha

Mama! Yoho?
Mama? Yoho mama!
Mama? Mama? Mama
Dada? Dada!

I see a little silhouetto of a glam
Scaramouch scaramouch, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Mimimimi, galileo
Mimimimi, galileo
Galileo figaro! Magnifico

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy, from a poor family
Spare in his life from his monstruosity
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?

Manamana! Doh doh doh doh!
Let me trhow!
Manamana! We will not let you throw!
Let me blow!

Manamana! We will not let you blow!
Let me joke? We don't like your jokes!
Let me joke? We don't like your jokes! Hahaha
Let me joke!
No no no no no no no!

Furnigui! Furnigui!
Mama mia let me go!
Gazeliwhat has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So they tell us his spirit is going too high
All I know is we're not pleased tonight
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
But moi'

Anyway the wind blows

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