Bobeemiam Rapsody
"Bohemian Rhapsody" Is this just a bee? Is this just a colony? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the bees and see, I'm just a poor bee, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to Bees, to Bees. Mama, just killed a Bee, (how could he?) Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make bees cry, (now he’s making bees cry too...jeez) If bees aren't not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on as if bees don't actually matter. (Which they do by the way) Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my hive, Bees aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows), I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all. I see a little silhouetto of a little bee, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, Very, very frightening bee. (ALERT: Bees are not frightening) (Galileo) Galileo. (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro Magnifico-o-o-o-o. I'm just a poor bee, nobody loves me. (I love bees) He's just a poor bee from a poor colony, Spare him his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go, will you let bees go? Bismillah! No, we will not let bees go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let bees go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let bees go. (Let me go!) Will not let bees go. (Let me go!) Never, never let bees go Never let bees go, oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let bees go.) Beelzebee has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me. So you think you can stone me and spit on my bee? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here. (Oh, yeah, oh yeah) Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to bees. Any way the wind blows.
(Overall impressions: I love bees and changing song lyrics to bee)
