Queenmania

Queenmania rocks…

Bag It Up

Dig Out Your Soul

Dig Out Your Soul - 2008

Gold and silver and sunshine is rising up
Pour yourself another cup of lady grey
Take my hand in the meantime
When you’ve had enough
You’ll find me on the end of the runway, babe

Tell the world that you love them
In a melody
Send my old piano and a telegram
Gotta get me a doctor
With a remedy
I’m gonna take a walk
With the monkey man!

Someone tell me I’m dreaming
The freaks are rising up through the floor
But everything I believe in
Is telling me that I want
More…more…more

Lay your love on the fire
When you come on in
I got my heebie-jeebies
Hidden in a bag
Tell me what you desire
And we’ll bag it up…

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