Bohemian Rhapsody (feat. Jonathan Groff)

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 (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

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, ooh) 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, (Ooh) (Anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...) I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

(Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?)

Thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening me

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo (Galileo Figaro)

Magnifico-o-o-o

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)

O-o-o-o-o

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia

Mama mia, let me go

Beelzebub has the 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

(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters, to me

Anyway the wind blows