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Queen
Queen


Background information
Origin London, England, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1971—present
Label(s) Hollywood Records
Elektra Records
Capitol Records
Parlophone Records
Associated acts Smile
The Cross
Queen + Paul Rodgers
Website Website
Members
Brian May
Roger Taylor
Former members
Freddie Mercury
John Deacon



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Jazz (1978)
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Written by Freddie Mercury

Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim, 
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. Hey! 
Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha Ibrahim. 
Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha Ibrahim. 
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim 
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. 
Mustapha Ibrahim, al havra kris vanin 
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. 
Mustapha, hey! Mustapha 
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim, hey! 
Allah-i, Allah-i, Allah-i, Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, yeah! 
Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Allah Allah Allah-i hey! 
Mustapha Mustapha - Allah-i na stolei 
Mustapha Mustapha - Achtar es na sholei 
Mustapha Mustapha - Mochamut dei ya low eshelei 
Mustapha Mustapha - ai ai ai ai ahelei 
Mustapha, Mustapha, 
Ist avil ahiln avil ahiln adhim Mustapha, 
Salaam Aleikum! 
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim 
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. 
Mustapha Ibrahim, achbar ish navin 
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. 
Mustapha, Mustapha 
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim, hey! 
Allah-i, Allah-i, Allah-i, 
Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, yeah! Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim, 
Allah Allah Allah-i hey! Mustapha Mustapha 
Mustapha Mustapha Mustapha Mustapha 
Mustapha Mustapha Mustapha,Mustapha, 
Vontap ist ahiln avil ahiln adhim Mustapha, 
Aleikum Salaam hey!

. . .


Written by Brian May

Are you gonna take me home tonight ?
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out ?
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin' world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!
Wooh

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies everytime

C'mon
Oh won't you take me home tonight ?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Hey listen here
Now I got mortgages on homes
I got stiffness in ma' bones
Ain't no beauty Queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me

Now get this
Oh (I know) you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out ?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round yeah
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Get on your bikes and ride
Ooh yeah oh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Alright, ride 'em, c'mon
Fat bottomed girls - yes yes


. . .


Written by Freddie Mercury

Oh how wrong can you be ?
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see ?
Oh jealousy look at me now
Jealousy you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy you led me on
You couldn't lose, you couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail

How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy

Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart ?
Life is much too short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me (oh jealousy)
Jealousy you tripped me up
Jealousy you brought me down
You bring me sorrow, you cause me pain
Jealousy when will you let go ?
Gotta hold of my possessive mind
Turned me into a jealous kind

How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
But now it matters not
If I should live or die
'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy

. . .


Written by Freddie Mercury

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black I say white
You say bark I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my -
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls
They'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks, get set, go!
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want a bicycle race

Hey
You say coke I say caine
You say John I say Wayne
Hot dog I say cool it man
I don't wanna be the President of America
You say smile I say cheese
Cartier I say please
Income tax I say Jesus
I don't want to be a candidate for
Vietnam or Watergate
'cos all I wanna do is

Bicycle (yeah) bicycle (eh) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle (c'mon) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

. . .


Written by John Deacon

Keep your chin up when you're feelin' lonely
Don't let them get you down
Ain't no use in you sitting all alone
Hangin' around for someone to call
Ooh they won't come knockin' at all
Don't run and hide
Even if it hurts you inside
So I said
Give as good as you get - yeah

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You've got to do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself

Yeah, come on, go, get up, hey, sure feelin' good

Keep your fingers off my money
Don't try and pull me down
You're takin' me out to wine and dine me
Tryin' to wind me 'round and around
Invite me to your little contract ha! ha!
Rumour has it that you could play dirty
I'll tell you what I'll do about that and that oh yeah
I'm playing them at their own game - yeah!

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You've got to do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself

Yeah, that's good, playing dirty

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
Oh, you've got to do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em

It's everyone for themselves

Move on out, hey
Hey
All right, let rock 'n' roll reign
Hey whooh hoo

. . .


Written by Freddie Mercury

Hey it's a sell out - hey
Let me welcome you Ladies and Gentlemen
I would like to say hello
Are you ready for some entertainment ?
Are you ready for a show ?
Gonna rock you gonna roll you
Get you dancing in the aisles
Jazz you, razzmatazz you
With a little bit of style
C'mon let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

I've come here to sell you my body
I can show you some good merchandise
I'll pull you and I'll pill you
I'll crueladeville you
And to thrill you I'll use any device

A ha ha ha haa

We'll give you crazy performance
We'll give you grounds for divorce
We'll give you piece de resistance
And a tour de force of course

We found the right location
Got a lot of pretty lights
The sound and the amplification listen
Hey if you need a fix if you want a high
Stickells 'll see to that
With Electra and EMI
We'll show you where it's at
So c'mon let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

Just take a look at the menu
We give you rock a la carte
We'll breakfast at Tiffany's
We'll sing to you in Japanese
We're only here to entertain you

If you want to see some action
You get nothing but the best
The 'S' and 'M' attraction
We've got the pleasure chest
Chicago down to New Orleans
We get you on the line
If you dig the New York scene
We'll have a son of a bitch of a time
C'mon
Let me entertain let me entertain
Let me entertain you tonight

Hey where's my backstage pass ?
Hey that Brian May he's outta sight man
Hey that was a bit of alright wasn't it
Outrageous costumes
Not many not many
And I always wanted to be in opera
Oh man I could give you lessons if you like

. . .


Written by Brian May

Ooh, yeah
Fool always jumpin' never happy where you land, hey
Fool got no bus'ness take your living where you can (ha)
Hey, hurry down the highway
Hurry down the road
Hurry past the people starin'
Hurry hurry hurry hurry

Leave on time leave on time
Never got your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Gonna get your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Put it in your pocket but you never can tell

Leave on time leave on time
Shake that rattle gotta leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Fight your battle but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
You never got a minute no you never got a minute
No you never never got oh no matter

Fool got no bus'ness hangin' around and tellin' lies
Fool you got no reason but you got no compromise
Hey, stampin' on the ceilin' hammering on the walls
Gotta get out gotta get out gotta get
Oh you know I'm going crazy

Leave on time leave on time
Gotta get ahead but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Gonna head on ahead but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
You're runnin' in the red but you never can tell

Woh hey hey
Oh oh
Oh hey hey yeah

Ooh honey honey, gotta get laid
Where's my money where's my money
Wanna get paid wanna get paid
Leave ya leave ya leave ya

Leave on time leave on time
Gotta get rich gonna leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
But you can't take it with you when you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Got to keep yourself alive gotta leave on time
Gotta leave on time leave on time
Dead on time
'You're dead !'

. . .


Written by John Deacon

Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh

Tuesday saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me

Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade

I wish Friday could last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm goin' back home on Sunday

I'm so sad alone

. . .


Written by Brian May.

Oh I used to be your baby
Used to be your pride and joy
Mmm, You used to take me dancing
Just like any other boy
But now you've found another partner
And left me like a broken toy

Oh it's someone else you're taking
Someone else you're playin' to
Honey though I'm aching
Know just what I have to do
If I can't have you when I'm wakin'
I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you

Oh take me take me take me
To the dreamer's ball
Mmm, I'll be right on time and I'll dress so fine
You're gonna love me when you see me
I won't have to worry
Take me take me
Promise not to wake me till it's morning
It's all been true

What do you say about that then honey ?
Are you gonna take me to that dreamer's ball ?
I'd like that
Right on that forty second street
Way down down town we must go

Oh take me take me take me
I'm your plaything now
You make my life worthwhile with the slightest smile
Or destroy me with a barely perceptible whisper
Gently take me remember I'll be dreamin' of my baby
At the dreamer's ball

Oh, take me hold me
Remember what you told me
You'd meet me at the dreamer's ball
I'll meet you at the dreamer's ball
Ooh

. . .


Written by Roger Taylor

Ev'rybody in the mornin'
Should do a good turn all right
Ev'rybody in the night time
Should have a good time all night
Now we got a movement
Don't shun it - fun it
Can't you see now you're movin' free ?
Get some fun join our dynasty
Can't you tell when we get it down ?
You're the one - you're the best in town

Hey ev'rybody ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shakin' the soles of your feet
Ev'rybody ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight
That's the only soul you'll ever meet

They say that movin' the body's right it's all right
That's only one part of bein' alive all right all right

Groove on out groove on up ok
Do your thing do your thing your way
Get your kicks get your tricks with me
Get up and dance honey fun's for free

Ev'rybody ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shakin' the soles of your feet
Ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight time tonight time tonight
That's the only soul you'll ever meet

Don't shun it - fun it
Don't shun it - fun it
Don't shun it - fun it

. . .


Written by Brian May

I take a step outside
And I breathe the air
And I slam the door
And I'm on my way
I won't lay no blame
I won't call you names
'Cause I've made my break
And I won't look back
I've turned my back
On those endless games

I'm all through with ties
I'm all tired of tears
I'm a happy man
Don't it look that way ?
Shakin' dust from my shoes
There's a road ahead
And there's no way back home (no way back home)
Oh oh but I have to say

Leavin' home ain't easy
Oh I never thought it would be easy
Leavin' on your own
Ah, Is the main thing calling me back ?
Leavin' home ain't easy
On the one you're leavin' home

Stay my love my love please stay
Don't stray my love what's wrong my love ?
What's right my love ?
Oh leavin' home ain't easy
I thought how could I think of leavin' ?
Leavin' on your own
Still tryin' to persuade me that
Leaving home ain't necessarily
The only way
Leavin' home ain't easy
But may be the only way

. . .


Written by Freddie Mercury

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me

I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me don't stop me
Don't stop me hey hey hey
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me ah
Oh yeah
Alright

Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time (wooh)
Just give me a call (alright)
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time - yeah yeah)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
La da da da daah
Da da da haa
Ha da da ha ha haaa
Ha da daa ha da da aaa
Ooh ooh ooh

. . .


Written by Roger Taylor

If you're feelin' tired and lonely
Uninspired and lonely
If you're thinkin' how the days seem long
All you're given
Is what you've been given
A thousand times before
Just more more
More of that jazz
More no more of that jazz (thankyou)
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Huh, only football gives us thrills
Rock 'n' roll just pays the bills
Only our team is the real team
Bring out the dogs get on your feet
Lie on the floor
Kinda thinkin' I've heard that line before
Just more
More of that jazz
More no more of that jazz
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Oh no matter fool
Got no business hangin' around and tellin' lies
Bicycle races are coming your way
If you can't beat 'em join them
Fun it
Are you're gonna let it all hang out ?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

No more no more no more of that jazz

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