Текст песни Freddie Mercury - Mustasch

I heard your songs and I said
It's a kind of magic
The voice, the sound, a god came down
Astonished I stood there in awe
A rhapsody in blue on a Sunday afternoon
I'd love to stroll around with you
At a seaside rendezvous
Freddie, poor old fellow
You're a queen embodied as a king
What a terrible horror
You were not allowed to spread your wings
Freddie, dear old fellow
You're the reason I began to sing
You took my breath away
And I tied my mother down
Play some jazz or bite the dust
I repeatedly listened to flash
Don't stop me, now I'm here
I just want to entertain you
I'm so impressed how he caressed
His piano with brutal force
Freddie, poor old fellow
You're a queen embodied as a king
What a terrible horror
You were not allowed to spread your wings
Freddie, dear old fellow
You're the reason I began to sing
I can relate to you being sent away, that's tragic
To rise above and still become
The one you are destined to be
I must ask some of you
When today you say: a prophet
While still alive you turned him down
His star quality you denied
Freddie, poor old fellow
You're a queen embodied as a king
What a terrible horror
You were not allowed to spread your wings
Freddie, dear old fellow
You're the reason I began to sing