Bohemian Rhapsody — Queen · karaoké

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landside

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, oo-oo-oo

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, oo-oo-oo (the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo

Galileo, Galileo

Galileo, Figaro, magnifico, oh-oh-oh

I'm just a poor boy 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 let you go

(Let me go) (never) let you go (let me go)

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 stop 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

Oo-oo

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows