"Bohem Rhapso,"
In which man band Queen grandstands.
"Bohem Rhapso,"
In which Queen, screams, keens, grandstands.
Chant is showy
But whiny. . .no jazz brand.
It's hardly the band's finest.
Chant is showy,
"Bohem Rhapso."

"Bohem Rhapso,"
I guess it sells, 'cause folks lay down
Beaucoup cash-o;
I guess they shell out and don't frown.
They like Queen fare,
Though whiny, toward claptrap
That's hardly the band's finest.
"Bohem Rhapso."

"Bohem Rhapso,"
Although this song has been panned.
"Bohem Rhapso,"
Gotta take this song in hand.
Start showboatin':
And parsin' the band's rap;
Your par'dy might be finer.
Now get going:
"Bohem. . .", rag--go!

"Bohem Rhapso,"
It's goin' well; you clown around.
"Bohem Rhapso,"
A swell take-off you've written down.
Now it's up there
On amiright; it's grand,
Pardner, here's three fivers. . .
Beaucoup laughs, ho,
Ho, ho, ho, ho,
Ho, ho, ho, ho,
Ho, ho, ho, ho. . . .