Side One:
We Will Rock You..........(May)
We Are The Champions......(Mercury)
Sheer Heart Attack........(Taylor)
All Dead, All Dead........(May)
Spread Your Wings.........(Deacon)
Fight From The Inside.....(Taylor)
Side Two:
Get Down, Make Love.......(Mercury)
Sleeping On The Sidewalk..(May)
Who Needs You.............(Deacon)
It's Late.................(May)
My Melancholy Blues.......(Mercury)
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Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody gonna put you back in your place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
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I've paid my dues -
Time after time -
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
kicked in my face -
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
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 -
of the world
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortune
and everything that goes with it -
I thank you all -
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before
the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -
We are the champions - my friends
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 -
of the world
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Well you're just 17 and all you wanna do is disappear
You know what I mean there's a lot of space between your ears
The way that you touch don't feel nu nothin'
Hey hey hey hey, it was the D.N.A.
Hey hey hey hey, that made me this way
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel
Sheer heart attack
sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
I feel so inar - ticulate
Gotta feelin', gotta feelin', gotta feelin', like a paralyse
It ain't no, it ain't no, it ain't no, it ain't no surprise
Turn on TV let it drip right down in your eyes
Hey hey hey hey, it was the D.N.A.
Hey hey hey hey, that made me this way
Do you know, do you know, do you know,
just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know just how I feel
Sheer heart attack
sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
I feel so in - articulate
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know just how I feel
Sheer heart attack
sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
(Bass & rhythm guitars Roger)
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Memories, my memories
How long can you stay
To haunt my days
She came without a farthing
A babe whitout a name
So much ado about nothing
Is what she's try to say
So much ado my lover
So many dames we played
Through every fleeted summer
Through every precious day
All Dead All Dead
All the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All Dead All Dead
And alone I'm spared
My sweeter half instead
All Dead
And Gone
All Dead...
All Dead All Dead
At the rainbow's end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All Dead All Dead
Take me back again
You know my little friend's
All Dead
And gone
All Dead and gone
Her ways are always with me
I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me
I am old but still a child
All Dead All Dead
But I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone
All Dead All Dead
Bui in hope I breathe
Of course I don't believe
You're dead
And gone
All Dead
And gone
(Vocals Brian & Freddie)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
"Boy you'd better begin,
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald Bar"
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Pull yourself together 'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're free man
He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world, nothing would make him stay
Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
"This could be my last chance"
His boss said to him,"Now listen boy!
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition, you won't get very far
Sammy boy, don't you know who you are?
Why can't you be happy at the Emerald Bar?"
So honey,
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Pull yourself together 'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're free man
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey you boy, think that you know what you're doing
You think you're gonna set things to rights
You're just another, picture on a teenage wall
You're just another sucker ready for a fall
You gotta, Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You can't win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line -
Hey you boy think that you know what you're doing
You think that out in the streets is all free
You just another, money-spinner tool
You just another, fool
You gotta, Fight from the inside
Attack from the rear
Fight from the inside
You can't win with your hands tied
Fight from the inside
Fight from the inside
Right down the line -
(Bass guitar & vocal Roger
guitars Roger & Brian)
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Get down make love
Get down make love
Get down make love
Get down make love -
You take my body -
I give you heat
You say your hungry
I give you meat
I suck your mind
You blow my head
Make love -
Inside your bed - everybody get down make love,
Get down make love -
Get down make love
Get down make love -
Everytime I get hot
You wanna cool down
Everytime I get high
You say you wanna come down
You say its enough
In fact its too much.
Everytime I get a - Get down, get down,
Make love -
I can squeeze - You can shake me
I can feel - when you break me
Come on so heavy - when you take me -
You make love, you make love, you make love, you make love
You can make everybody get down make love,
Get down make love
Everytime I get high
You wanna cool down
Everytime I get hot
You say you wanna come down
You say its enough
In fact its too much
Everytime I wanna, get down, get down get down -
Get down make love
Get down make love
Get down make love
Get down make love
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I was nothin' but a city boy
My trumpet was my only toy
I've been blowin' my horn
Since I knew I was born
But there ain't no nobody wants to know
I've been
Sleepin' on the sidewalk
Rollin' down the road
I may get hungry
But I sure don't want to go home
So round the corner comes a limousine
And the biggest grin I ever seen
Come on sonny won't you sign
Right along the dotted line
What you sayin' Are you playin'
Sure you don't mean me?
Sleepin' on the sidewalk
Rollin' down the road
I may get hungry
But I sure don't want to go home
(tell you what happened...)
They took me to a room without a table
They said "blow your trumpet into here"
I played around as well as I was able
And soon we had the record of the year
I was a legend all through the land
I was blowin' to a million fans
Nothin' was a-missin'
All the people want to listen
You'd have thought I was a happy man
And i was
Sleepin' like a princess
Never touch the road
I don't get hungry
And I sure don't want to go home
(have to have some fun)
Now they tell me that I ain't so fashionable
An' I owe the man a million bucks a year
So I told'em where to stick the fancy label
It's just me and the road from here
Back to playin' and layin'
I'm back on the game
Sleepin' on the sidewalk
Rollin' down the road
I sure get hungry and I
Sure do wanna go home
(Yeah)
(Vocal Brian)
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I make it half past six you come at seven
Always trying to keep me, hanging round
You little spoilt thing, girl you kept me waiting
Never contemplating my point of view
This comes as no surprise
I'm a fool, for I believed your lies
But now I've seen through your disquise
Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you?
Oh I believed you
Went on my knees to you
How I trusted you
But it's dog eat dog in this rat race
And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face
Reaching out, reaching out for a helping hand
Where is that helping hand?
How I was pushed around
"Don't let it get you down"
You walked all over me
"But don't you ever give in"
Taked one step forward, slipping two steps back
There's an empty feeling that you can't forget
Reaching out, reaching out for a helping hand
When I met you, you were always charming
Couldn't sleep at night 'till you were mine
You were oh so so sophisticated
Never interested in in what I'd say
I had to swallow my pride
So naive, you took me for a ride
But now I' the one to decide
Who needs, well I don't need, who needs you?
(Acoustic guitars John & Brian)
(Cowbell Freddie, Maracas Brian)
~~~~~~~~~
Scene 1
You say you love me
And I hadly know your name
And if I say I love you in the candle light
There's no-one but myself to blame
But there's something inside
That's turning my mind away
Oh how I could love you
If I could let you stay
Chorus
It's late - and I'm bleeding deep inside
It's late - is it just my sickly pride
Too late - even now the feeling seems to slip away
So late - though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late
Scene 2
The way you love
Is the sweetest love around
But after all this time
The more I'm trying
The more I seem to let you down
Now you tell me you're leaving
And I just can't believe it's true
Oh you know that I can love you
Though you know I can't be true
Oh you made me love you
Don't tell me that we're through
Chorus
It's late - and it's driving me so mad
It's late - but don't try to tell me that it's
Too late - save our love you can't turn out the light
So late - I've been wrong but I'll learn to be right
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late
- I've been so long
- You've been so long
- We've been so long tryin' to work it out
- I ain't got long
- You ain't got long
- We've gotta know what this life's all about
Scene 3
You're staring at me
With suspicion in your eye
You say what game are you playing?
What's this that you're saying?
I know that I can give no reply
If I take you tonight
Is it making my life a lie?
Oh you make me wonder
Did I live my life alright
Chorus
It's late - but it's time to set me free
It's late - but there's no way it has to be
Too late - so let the fire take our bodies this night
So late - so let the waters take our guilt in the tide
It's late It's late It's late It's late
It's late It's late It's late
It's all too late
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Another party's over -
And I'm left cold sober -
My baby left me for somebody new -
I don't wanna talk about it
Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew -
So come and get me -
Let me -
Get in that sinking feeling
That says my heart is on an all time low - So -
Don't expect me -
To behave perfectly -
And wear that sunny smile
My guess is I'm in for cloudly & overcast
Don't try and stop me
Cause I'm heading for that stormy weather soon -
I'm causing a mild sensation -
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued -
To this extraordinary mood, so now moveover -
And let me take over -
With my, melancholy blues -
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm in the news
Just getting used to this new exposure
So come into my enclosure
And meet my -
Melancholy blues -
John Deacon bass guitar
Brian May guitar, backing vocals
Freddie Mercury vocals, piano
Roger Taylor drums, backing vocals
Produced by Queen assisted by Mike Stone
Engineered by Mike Stone
Equipment supervision John Harris
Management John Reid
Coordination Peter Brown, Paul Prenter
Tour manager Gerry Stickells
Our thanks to our road crew
Brian Spencer Ritchie Anderson Chris Taylor Peter Hince
Original artwork by Frank Kelly Freas
Layout and sleeve coordination Cream
Lyrics (C) 1977 EMI
Music Publishing Ltd/Queen Music Ltd
Reproduced by permission
EMI Electrola GmbH 1C064-60 003
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