Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see

Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace

I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Kicking your can all over the place

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head (Another one bites the dust)
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

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, 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

We will, we will, rock you
We will, we will..
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandago
Thunderbolt and lighting, very, very, frightening me

Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia
Mamma mia, won't you let me go
Beezlebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting til the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world