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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

Lyrics

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 nothin' You can do about it Woo! There's nothin' you can do No there's nothin' 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 Galileo & Scaramouche: And there's nothing you can do about it He used to be a man with a stick in his hand Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo Now you've got soup in the laundry bag Now you've got strings, you're gonna lose your rag You're gettin' in a fight and 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 rockin' And there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can Nothin' you can do about it When a red hot man meets a white hot lady Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo Soon the fire starts to burn and gets 'em more than half crazy Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo Oh, now they start freaking everywhere you turn You can't start walking 'cos your feet got burned It ain't no time to figure wrong from right Cause reasons out the window, better hold on tight 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 there's Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing you can, nothing you can Nothing you can do about it Headlong!
Writer(s): Brian May, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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