Lyrics
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can over the place, singin'
Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Bismillah
Ah, down beside that red firelight (ready, Freddie?)
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Don't stop me now (crazy little thing called)
Don't stop me now
Just keep right on dancing
Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Oh, baby
Ah, down beside that (a little silhouetta of a man)
Steve walks warily down the street
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound, but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this
Are you hanging at the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat yeah
She's a killer queen
Anybody, anytime
Ooh love, ooh lover boy
Pressure pushing down on me
Pushing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
All we hear is radio ga-ga
Radio goo-goo
Radio ga-ga
I want to break free
Having such a good time
I want to break free
I'm having a ball
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Somebody (somebody)
Somebody (somebody)
And the music plays on and on and on and on
We are the champions, my friends (champions)
And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions (somebody)
Of the world
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Buddy, you're a (poor boy)
Playing in the (red firelight)
Galileo (Galileo) Make a big noise
Crazy little (killer)
Mamma mia, let me go (tonight)
Ready, Freddie?
Is this the real life?
Writer(s): Brian May, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon
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