Jazz Album

Artist(s): Queen

Cover Art

Queen Jazz Cover Art

Tracklist

Mustapha

length: 3:02
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Brian May, Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Freddie Mercury
lyricist: Freddie Mercury

Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim,
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you.
Hey!

Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha Ibrahim.
Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha Ibrahim.

Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you.
Mustapha Ibrahim, al havra kris vanin
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you.
Mustapha, hey! Mustapha
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim, hey!

Allah-I, Allah-I, Allah-I,
Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, yeah!
Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim,
Allah Allah Allah-I hey!

Mustapha Mustapha - Allah-I na stolei
Mustapha Mustapha - Achtar es na sholei
Mustapha Mustapha - Mochamut dei ya low eshelei
Mustapha Mustapha - ai ai ai ai ahelei
Mustapha,
Mustapha,
Ist avil ahiln avil ahiln adhim Mustapha,
Salaam Aleikum!

Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you.
Mustapha Ibrahim, achbar ish navin
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you.
Mustapha, Mustapha
Mustapha Ibrahim, Mustapha Ibrahim, hey!

Allah-I, Allah-I, Allah-I,
Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, yeah!
Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim,
Allah Allah Allah-I hey!

Mustapha Mustapha
Mustapha Mustapha
Mustapha Mustapha
Mustapha Mustapha
Mustapha,
Mustapha,
Vontap ist ahiln avil ahiln adhim Mustapha,
Aleikum Salaam hey!

Fat Bottomed Girls

length: 4:17
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Brian May, Roger Taylor and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Brian May
lyricist: Brian May
Ah you gonna take me home tonight
Ah down beside that red fire light
Ah you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery huh
Let alone with big fat fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I've seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way hey
But their beauty and their style
Wears kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time
Come on

Oh won't you take me home tonight
Oh down beside your red fire light
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round

Hey listen here
Now I've got mortgages and homes
I've got stiffness in my bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality
I tell you
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man of me
Now get this

Oh I know you gonna take me home tonight please
Oh down beside that red fire light
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round yeah
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round
Get on you bikes and ride

Ooh yeah oh yeah
Them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Alright, ride 'em come on
Fat bottomed girls
Yes yes

Jealousy

length: 3:14
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor and Brian May
bass guitar: John Deacon
percussion: Roger Taylor
acoustic guitar: Brian May
composer: Freddie Mercury
lyricist: Freddie Mercury
Oh how wrong can you be?
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see?
Oh jealousy look at me now
Jealousy you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy you led me on
You couldn't lose you couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail

How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy

Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart?
Life is much too short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me
Oh jealousy you tripped me up
Jealousy you brought me down
You bring me sorrow you cause me pain
Jealousy when will you let go?
Gotta hold of my possessive mind
Turned me into a jealous guy

How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
But now it matters not
If I should live or die
'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy

Bicycle Race

length: 3:02
producer: Roy Thomas Baker and Queen
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
vocal: Brian May, Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor
bass guitar & bicycle bell: John Deacon
electric guitar & bicycle bell: Brian May
bicycle bell & percussion: Roger Taylor
bicycle bell & piano: Freddie Mercury
composer: Freddie Mercury
lyricist: Freddie Mercury
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black, I say white
You say bark, I say bite
You say shark, I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars

You say Rolls, I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord, 1 say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan,
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my

Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks
Get set
Go

Bicycle race, bicycle race, bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle race

You say coke, I say Caine
You say John, I say Wayne
Hot dog, I say cool it man
I don't want to be the President of America

You say smile, I say please
Cartier, I say please
Income tax, I say Jesus
I don't want to be a candidate
For Vietnam or Watergate
Cos all wanna do is

Bicycle (yeah) bicycle (hey) bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle bicycle (come on) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

If You Can’t Beat Them

length: 4:16
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury and Brian May
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: John Deacon
lyricist: John Deacon
Keep your chin up when you're feelin' lonely
Don't let them get you down
Ain't no use in your sitting all alone
Hangin' around for someone to call
Ooh they won't come knocking at all
Don't run and hide
Even if it hurts you inside
So I said
Give as good as you get

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You'd better do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself

Come on
Get up
You're feelin' good

Keep your fingers off my money
Don't try and pull me down
You're takin' me out to wine and dine me
Tryin' to wind me 'round and around
Invite me to your little contract Ha! Ha!
Rumor has it that you could play dirty
I'll tell you what I'll do about that
I'm playing at the wrong game yeah!

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You'd better do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
You'd better do it
'Cause it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
It's everyone for themselves
Move on out

Let Me Entertain You

length: 3:02
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury and Brian May
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Freddie Mercury
lyricist: Freddie Mercury
Let me welcome you ladies and gentlemen
I would like to say hello
Are you ready for some entertainment?
Are you ready for a show?
Gonna rock gonna roll you
Get you dancing in the aisles
Jazz and a razzmatazz you
With a little bit of style
C'mon let me entertain you
Let me entertain you let me entertain you

I've come here to sell you my body
I can show you some good merchandise
I'll pull you and pill you
I'll crueladeville you
And to thrill you I'll use any device

We'll give you crazy performance
We'll give you grounds for divorce
We'll give you piece de resistance
And a tour de force of course

We found the right location
Got a lot of pretty lights
The sound and amplification listen
Hey if you need a fix if you want a high
Stickells see to that
With Elektra and EMI
We'll show you where it's at
So c'mon
Let me entertain you let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

Just take a look at the menu
We give you rock a la carte
We'll breakfast at Tiffany's
We'll sing to you in Japanese
We're only here to entertain you

If you wanna see some action
You get nothing but the best
The S and M attraction
We've got the pleasure chest
Chicago and New Orleans
We get you on the line
If you dig the New York scene
We'll have a son of a bitch of a time
C'mon
Let me entertain you let me entertain you
Let me entertain you tonight

Dead on Time

length: 3:24
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury and Brian May
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Brian May
lyricist: Brian May
Fool always jumpin' never happy where you land
Fool got my business make your living where you can
Hurry down the highway
Hurry down the road
Hurry past the people starin'
Hurry hurry hurry hurry

Leave on time leave on time
Never got your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Gonna get your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Put it in your pocket but you never can tell

Leave on time leave on time
Shake that rattle gotta leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Fight your battle but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Never got a minute no you never got a minute
No you never never got oh no matter

Fool got no business hangin' round and tellin' lies
Fool you got no reasons but you got no compromise
Stampin' on the ceilin' hammering on the walls
Gotta get out gotta get out gotta get
Oh you know I'm goin' crazy

Leave on time leave on time
Gotta get ahead but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
Gotta head on ahead but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
You're runnin' in the red but you never can tell

Honey honey where's my money where's my money
Want to get away want to get away
Leave ya leave ya leave ya

Leave on time leave on time
Gotta get rich gonna leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
But you can't take it with you when you leave on time

Leave on time leave on time
Got to keep yourself alive gotta leave on time
Gotta leave on time leave on time
Dead on time
You're dead

In Only Seven Days

length: 2:31
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor and Brian May
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May and John Deacon
percussion: Roger Taylor
acoustic guitar: John Deacon
composer: John Deacon
lyricist: John Deacon
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh

Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me

Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade

I wish Friday would last for ever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday

Ooh so sad alone

Dreamer’s Ball

length: 3:31
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Brian May, Roger Taylor and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
acoustic guitar: Brian May
composer: Brian May
lyricist: Brian May
Oh I used to be your baby
Used to be your pride and joy
You used to take me dancing
Just like any other boy
But now you've found another partner
You left me like a broken toy

Oh it's someone else you're taking
Someone else you're playing to
Honey tho' I'm aching
Know just what I have to do
If I can't have you when I'm waking
I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you

Oh take me take me
Take me to the dreamers ball
I'll be right on time
And I'll dress so fine
You're gonna love me when you see me
I won't have to worry
Take me take me
Promise not to wake me till it's morning
It's all been true

What d'you say about that hey honey
You gonna take me to that dreamers ball
I'd like that
Right on that 42nd Street
Way down downtown dreamers ball

Oh take me take me
Take me I'm your playing now
Make my life worthwhile
With the slightest smile
Or destroy me with the barely
Perceptible whisper
Gently take me
Remember I'll be dreaming of my baby
At the dreamers ball

Oh take me hold me
Remember what you told me
You'd meet me at the dreamers ball
Meet you at the dreamers ball

Fun It

length: 3:30
producer: Roy Thomas Baker and Queen
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Brian May and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: Roger Taylor and John Deacon
electric guitar: Roger Taylor and Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
lyricist: Roger Taylor
composer: Roger Taylor
Everybody in the mornin'
Should do a good turn all right
Everybody in the night time
Should have a good time all night
Now we got a movement
Don't shun it fun it
Can't you see now you're movin' free?
Get some fun join our dynasty
Can't you tell when we get it down?
You're the one you're the best in town

Hey everybody everybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shakin' the soles of your feet
Everybody everybody gonna have a good time tonight

That's the only soul you'll ever meet

They say that movin' the body's right it's all right
That's the only one part of bein' alive all right all right

Groove on out groove on up OK
Do your thing do your thing your way
Get your kicks get you tricks with me
Get up and dance honey fun's for free

Hey everybody everybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shakin' the soles of your feet
Everybody gonna have a good time tonight time tonight
Time tonight

That's the only soul you'll ever meet

Don't shun it fun it
Don't shun it fun it
Don't shun it fun it

Leaving Home Ain’t Easy

length: 3:16
producer: Roy Thomas Baker and Queen
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Brian May and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Brian May
lyricist: Brian May
I take a step outside
And I breath the air
And I slam the door
And I'm on my way
I won't lay no blame
I won't call you names
'Cause I've made my break
And I won't look back
I've turned my back
On those endless games

I'm all through with ties
I'm all tired of tears
I'm a happy man
Don't it look that way
Shakin' dust from my shoes
There's a road ahead
And there's no way back home (no way back home)
Oh but I have to say

Leavin' home ain't easy
Oh I never thought it would be easy
Leavin' on your own
Oh is the main thing calling me back
Leavin' home ain't easy
On the one you're leavin' home

Stay my love my love please stay
Stray my love what's wrong my love?
What's right my love?
Oh leavin' home ain't easy
I thought how could I think of leavin'
Leavin' on your own
Still tryin' to persuade me that
Leavin' home ain't necessarily the only way
Leavin' home ain't easy
But may be the only way

Don’t Stop Me Now

length: 3:31
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Brian May and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Freddie Mercury
lyricist: Freddie Mercury
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me

I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me don't stop me
Don't stop me hey hey hey
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me ah
Oh yeah
Alright

Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time (wooh)
Just give me a call (alright)
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time - yeah yeah)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all
La da da da daah
Da da da haa
Ha da da ha ha haaa
Ha da daa ha da da aaa
Ooh ooh ooh

More of That Jazz

length: 4:17
producer: Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
engineer: Geoff Workman
arranger: Queen
additional engineer: John Etchells
piano: Freddie Mercury
vocal: Roger Taylor, Brian May and Freddie Mercury
bass guitar: Roger Taylor and John Deacon
electric guitar: Brian May and Roger Taylor
percussion: Roger Taylor
composer: Roger Taylor
lyricist: Roger Taylor
If you're feelin' tired and lonely
Uninspired and lonely
If you're thinkin' how the days seem long
All you're given
Is what you've been given
A thousand times before
Just more more
More of that jazz
More no more of that jazz
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Only football gives us thrills
Rock 'n' roll just pays the bills
Only our team is the real team
Bring out the dogs get on your feet
Lay on the floor
Can't help thinkin' I've heard that line before
Just more more
More of that jazz
More no more of that jazz
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Oh no matter
Fool got no business hanging round and tellin' lies
Bicycle races are coming your way
If you can't beat 'em join them
Fun it
Oh you're gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

No more, no more, no more
Of that jazz