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Queen - Greatest Hits in Japan - The March of the Black Queen
Greatest Hits in Japan
01. Somebody to Love
02. Don’t Stop Me Now
03. Teo Torriatte (Let Us Cling Together)
04. Spread Your Wings
05. Killer Queen
06. The Show Must Go On
07. Bohemian Rhapsody
08. ’39
09. The March of the Black Queen
10. Good Old‐Fashioned Lover Boy
11. Keep Yourself Alive
12. Radio Ga Ga
Do you mean it, do you mean it, do you mean it?
Why don't you mean it?
Why do I follow you and where do you go?

You've never seen nothing like it, no, never in your life
Like, going up to heaven and then coming back alive
Let me tell you all about it (And the world will so allow it)
Ooh, give a little time to choose
Water babies singing in a lily pool delight
Blue powder monkeys praying in the dead of night

Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile
Fie-fo the black queen, marching single file
Take this, take that, bring them down to size
March to the black queen

Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys
A little sugar then a rub-a-dub-a baby oil
Black on, black on, every fingernail and toe
We've only begun, begun
Make this, make that, keep making all that noise
(March to the black queen)

Now I've got a belly full
You can be my sugar baby
You can be my honey chile, yes

A voice from behind me reminds me
Spread out your wings, you are an angel
Remember to deliver with the speed of light
A little bit of love and joy
Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore
A little bit of love and joy
In each and every soul lies a man
And very soon he'll deceive and discover
But even to the end of his life, he'll bring a little love

I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right
I'm lord of all darkness, I'm queen of the night
I've got the power
Now do the march of the black queen

My life is in your hands, I'll fo and I'll fie
I'll be what you make me, I'll do what you like
I'll be a bad boy, I'll be your bad boy
I'll do the march of the black queen

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Walking true to style
She's vulgar, 'buse and vile
Fie-fo the black queen tattoos all her pies
She boils and she bakes and she never dots her I's

Forget your sing-a-longs and your lullabies
Surrender to the city of the fireflies
Dance to the devil in beat with the band
To hell with all of you, hand-in-hand
But now it's time to be gone
La, la, la, la, forever, forever