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This Is Queen on Suffering Jukebox is a free online music player. Stream every album, open the lyrics, rate tracks, and build playlists. Open the interactive player at https://www.sufferingjukebox.stream/this-is-queen. Catalog added by Church Street Studio.
Songs: Another One Bites The Dust, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Don't Stop Me Now, Radio Ga Ga, Under Pressure
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I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly (radio) So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know, or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you We watch the shows, we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years Let's hope you never leave, old friend Like all good things, on you we depend So stick around, 'cause we might miss you When we grow tired of all this visual You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Someone still loves you Radio ga ga (radio ga ga) Radio ga ga (radio ga ga) Radio ga ga (radio ga ga) You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio)
Let's go! 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 on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway, the bullets rip To the sound of the beat, yeah Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust (yeah) Hey, I'm gonna get you, too Another one bites the dust How do you think I'm gonna get along Without you, when you're gone? You took me for everything that I had And kicked me out on my own Are you happy, are you satisfied? How long can you stand the heat? Out of the doorway, the bullets rip To the sound of the beat, look out Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust Hey! Oh, take it Bite the dust Bite the dust, hey Hey Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust, ow! Another one bites the dust, hey, hey Another one bites the dust, hey Ooh, shout! There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad And leave him when he's down, yeah But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway, the bullets rip Repeating to the sound of the beat, oh yeah Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust, yeah Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust Shoot out Ay-yeah Alright
Mm-bah-dah Dum-dum-bah-beh Doo-ba-dum-ba-beh-beh 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 Um-ba-ba-beh Um-ba-ba-beh Dee-day-da E-day-da, that's okay It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming "Let me out" Tomorrow, gets me higher Pressure on people People on streets Dey-dey-dey-mm-hm Da-da-da-ba-ba Okay Chipping around, kick my brains 'round the floor These are the days, it never rains, but it pours Ee-do-ba-be Ee-da-ba-ba-ba Um-bo-bo Be-lap People on streets Ee-da-de-da-de People on streets Ee-da-de-da-de-da-de-da It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming "Let me out" Tomorrow, gets me higher, higher Pressure on people People on streets Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on a fence, but it don't work Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn Why? Why? Why? Love (love, love, love, love) Insanity laughs, under pressure we're breaking Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love that one more chance? Why can't we give love, give love, give love? Give love, give love, give love, give love? 'Cause love's such an old fashioned word And love dares you to Care for the people on the Edge of the night (people on streets) And love dares you To change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure Under pressure Pressure
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah I'm floating around in ecstasy, so Don't stop me now Don't stop me 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger Defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call Don't stop me now 'Cause I'm having a good time Don't stop me now Yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't wanna stop at all, yeah I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control I'm a sex machine, ready to reload like an atom bomb About to whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, explode I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of you Don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me Hey, hey, hey (Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh-ooh-ooh) I like it (Don't stop me, don't stop me) have a good time, good time (Don't stop me, don't stop me) oh Let loose, honey, alright Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit, hey I'm travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you (hey, hey) Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now If you wanna have a good time (ooh, alright) Just give me a call Don't stop me now 'Cause I'm having a good time Don't stop me now Yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't wanna stop at all Ah, da-da-da-da-da-da-ah-ah Ah-da-da, ah-ah-ah Ah, da-da, da-da-da-da-ah-ah Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
This thing called love I just can't handle it This thing called love I must get 'round to it, I ain't ready Crazy little thing called love This thing (this thing) called love (called love) It cries (like a baby) in a cradle all night It swings (woo-ooo), it jives (woo-woo) It shakes all over like a jelly fish I kinda like it Crazy little thing called love There goes my baby She knows how to rock and roll She drives me crazy She gives me hot and cold fever Then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat I gotta be cool, relax Get hip, get on my tracks Take a back seat, hitch-hike And take a long ride on my motorbike Until I'm ready Crazy little thing called love Yeah, I gotta be cool, relax Get hip and get on my tracks Take a back seat, hitchhike (ahem, ahem) And take a long ride on my motorbike Until I'm ready (ready, Freddie) Crazy little thing called love This thing called love I just can't handle it This thing called love I must get 'round to it, I ain't ready (ooh) Crazy little thing called love Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love (yeah, yeah) Crazy little thing called love
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