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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scaramouche
Scaramouche
Lead Vocals
britney
britney
Lead Vocals
Meat
Meat
Lead Vocals
Galileéo
Galileéo
Lead Vocals
Offstage Chorus
Offstage Chorus
Lead Vocals
The Cast of "We Will Rock You"
The Cast of "We Will Rock You"
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Deacon
John Deacon
Songwriter
Brian May
Brian May
Songwriter
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian May
Brian May
Producer
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Producer
Laura Whittaker
Laura Whittaker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Mastering Engineer
Matt Wood
Matt Wood
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Shirley-Smith
Justin Shirley-Smith
Mixing Engineer
Kris Fredriksson
Kris Fredriksson
Recording Engineer
Joshua J. MacRae
Joshua J. MacRae
Mixing Engineer

गाने

And you're rushing headlong
You've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong
Out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
And there's nothing you can do about it
Nothing you can do, no
There's nothing you can do about it
No, there's nothing you can, nothing you can
Nothing you can do about it
And you're rushing headlong
You've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong
Out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping, no
There's nothing you can do about it
Yeah!
Hey, he used to be a man
With a stick in his hand
(Hoop diddy, diddy, hoop diddy do)
She used to be a woman
With a hot dog stand
(Hoop diddy, diddy, hoop diddy do)
Now you've got soup in the laundry bag
Now you've got strings
You're gonna lose your rag
You're getting in a fight
Then it ain't so groovy
When you're screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap B-movie!
Headlong, down the highway
And you're rushing headlong
Out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
And you can't stop rocking
And there's nothing you can, nothing you can
Nothing you can do about it
When a red-hot man
Meets a white-hot lady
(Hoop diddy, diddy, hoop diddy do)
Soon the fire starts raging
Gets you more than half crazy
(Hoop diddy, diddy, hoop diddy do)
Ooh, now they start freaking
Everywhere you turn
You can't start walking
'Cause your feet got burned
It ain't no time to figure wrong from right
Because reason's out of the window
Better hold on tight
You're rushing headlong
Headlong
Out of control (Yeah!)
And you think you're so strong
There ain't no stopping
And there's nothing you, nothing you
Nothing you can do about it at all
Yeah, yeah
Alright, go!
And you're rushing headlong
Down the highway
And you're rushing headlong
Out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping
There's nothing, nothing
Nothing you can do about it, yeah
Ha ha
Headlong
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Rushing)
Headlong
Headlong
Headlong
Gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh
Written by: Brian May, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon, Roger Taylor
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