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| A Day At The Races |
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| Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy Words and music by Freddie Mercury I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your valentino just for you Ooh love - ooh loverboy What're you doin' tonight, hey boy Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love And tell me how do you feel right after-all I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word - your wish is my command Ooh love - ooh loverboy What're you doin' tonight, hey boy Write my letter Feel much better And use my fancy patter on the telephone When I'm not with you I think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights) I miss you When I'm not with you Think of me always Love you - love you Hey boy where do you get it from Hey boy where did you go ? I learned my passion in the good old Fashioned school of loverboys Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely (One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock) I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours that will be fine (come on and get it) Ooh love, (There he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy) Ooh loverboy What're you doin' tonight, hey boy Everything's all right Just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old-fashioned fashioned lover boy Drowse Words and music by Roger Taylor It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mist The hazier days The brighter sun And the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleading, to waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle aged years It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason for living or dying When you're young and your troubles are all very small Out here on the street We'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet And half of the time We'd broaden our minds More in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhall With the downtown chewing-gum bums Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy It ain't easy at all Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong It's easier from an armchair Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Oh no, Jimi Hendrix, he looks good Let's try William The Conqueror Now who else do I like? |