Track Title:               Bohemian Rhapsody
Album Title:               Classic Queen
Prime Artist:              Queen

Producer:                  Queen
Producer:                  Roy Thomas Baker

Written by:                Freddie Mercury
From the Album:            A Night At The Opera  1975 (A)

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, 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, oooo
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 achin' all the time
Goodbye everybody, I got to go
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooo
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silohoutte of a man
Scaramoush, Scaramoush can you do the fandango
Thunder bolts and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico oooo
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 him go?
Bismila No, we will not let him go; let him go
We will not let him go; let him go; will not let him go...
Let me go oooo
Oh mama mia, mama mia; mama mia let him go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you 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 out of here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matter, nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows