Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make ya Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make ya Jump Jump
Dont try to compare us to another bad little fad
Im the Mac and Im bad givin ya something that you never had
Ill make ya rump rump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause Ill be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause Im just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
Cause inside-out its wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin with somethin pump to keep you jumpin
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The official Bohemian Rhapsody music video. Taken from Queen — Greatest Video Hits 1. Lyrics below:
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
Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because Im easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now hes dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Bodys aching all the time
Goodbye everybody — Ive got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo — (anyway the wind blows)
I dont want to die
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning — very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro — magnifico
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go — will you let me go
Bismillah! No — we will not let you go — let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go — let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go — let me go
Will not let you go — let me go (never)
Never let you go — let me go
Never let me go — ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no — Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby — cant do this to me baby
Just gotta get out — just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters — nothing really matters to me
Первый кадр фильма «Шарада»: крупный план, пистолет, зловеще зияющее дуло – и струя воды из пистолета, попадающая Одри Хепберн прямо в лицо. «Шарада» – это увлекательный триллер с ироничным взглядом на жанр, ни на минуту не перестающий держать зрителя в напряжении. Блистательная актерская работа Кэри Гранта и Одри Хепберн, сохраняющих хладнокровие даже в запутанной сети интриг и смертельной погоне по улицам Парижа. Великолепный актерский состав с Джеймсом Коберном, Джорджем Кеннеди и Уолтером Мэттау. Пять трупов, непредсказуемые повороты сюжета, умопомрачительные наряды Givenchy, музыкальное сопровождение Генри Манчини, и, конечно, самые важные составляющие успеха этой картины – стиль и остроумие. «Шарада» – один из самых оригинальных экспериментальных фильмов 60-х годов. (Оригинальное название фильма — Charade)