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 Mama

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouch scaramouch will you do the fandango

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 let him go

Bismillah let me go

Will not let you go let me go

Will not let you go nolet 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 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 ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows

Bohemian Rhapsody Little Apple Band