Bohemian Rhapsody
QueenIs this the real ?
Is this just ?
Caught in a ,
No from reality.
Open your
Look up to the and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
Because I'm easy , easy go
Little , little low
Any way the wind
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just a man
Put a gun his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, life had just
But now I've gone and it all away
Mama, ooh,
Didn't to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends down my
Body's all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and the truth
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche
Will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and
Very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo
(Galileo) Galileo
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor
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 let you go
(Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mama mia
(Mama mia, let me go)
Beelzebub has a devil put for me,
For me, for me.
So you think you can me
And in my eye?
So you think you can love me
And leave me to ?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out,
Just gotta get right outta here
(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows
"Freddie was a very complex person: flippant and funny on the surface, but he concealed insecurities and problems in squaring up his life with his childhood. He never explained the lyrics, but I think he put a lot of himself into that song."