The March of the Black Queen lyrics

The March of the Black Queen lyrics by Queen

Queen is an British Rock band.

 

one of the most popular bands in the earth.

 

 

Members:

 

Vocalist & Piano-Freddie Mercury

 

Bass Guitar-John Richard Deacon

 

Lead Guitar-Brian Harold May

 

Drum Kit-Roger Meddows Taylor

 

 

The March of the Black Queen lyrics by Queen

 
Title:The March of the Black Queen
Band:Queen
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
Give me 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
Little nigger 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
Ooh, march to the black queen
Now I’ve got a belly full
You can be my sugar baby
You can be my honey chile
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 to 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
Walking true to style
She’s vulgar abuse and vile
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

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