Little Apple Band bohemian rhapsody

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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama...
Mama!?
MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!!
MAMA!!
Yoo hoo?
Yoo hoo, mama!?
Mama...
Mama...
Dada!?
I see a little silhouetto of a clam,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, can we do the Fandango?
(Mee Mee Mee Mee!) Galileo.
(Mee Mee Mee Mee!) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this
Monstrosity!
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Manah Manah!!
Let me joke!
We will not let you joke.
Let me blow!
We will not let you blow.
Let me joke!
Do not like your jokes!
Let me joke!
Do not like your jokes!
Let me joke!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
-mock swedish- (Mama mia, let me go.)
Does anyone know if there is a part for me?
for me?
for...
MEEEEEEE!!
So they tell us this video's going to fly?
All I know is we're not getting paid tonight
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here (get out!)
Oooh yeah
Oooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
But moi
Any way the wind blows

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