Karaoké Another One Bites the Dust (live - at Wembley Stadium) Queen

One, Two, Three, Four

Hey, hey

You call me out

You know what it's called

Get in to the groove, babe

Steve walks warily down the street

With the brim pulled way down low

Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet

Machine guns ready to go

Are you ready

Hey, are you ready for this

Are you standing on the edge of your seat

Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sing it

Another one bites the dust

Ah

One more

Another one bites the dust

And another one gone and another one gone

Another one bites the dust

Hey, I'm gonna get you too

Another one bites the dust

How do you think

I'm going to get along without you, when you're gone

You took me for everything that I had and kicked me out on my own

Are you happy

Are you satisfied

How long can you stand the heat

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

And another one gone and another one gone

Another one bites the dust

Hey, I'm gonna get you too

Another one bites the dust

Be dop bop be dip bop be dop be bop be dop bey

Be dop bop be dip bop be dop be dop be dop be dop hey

Hey, hey everybody c'mon

Ah

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Gimme yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust

Yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Bite the dust

Another one bites the dust, yeah

Bite the dust

Bite the dust

Bite the dust

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Be dop bop be dip bop be dop bop

Bi di bi di bi ba da bop bop bop hey

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

Yeah, hey

Yeah yay yay yay

Yay yay yay Yeah

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man

And bring him to the ground

You can beat him you can cheat him you can treat him bad

And leave him when he's down, yeah

Yes I'm ready yes I'm ready for you

I'm standing on my own two feet

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

Repeating the sound of the beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust, hey

And another one gone and another one gone

Another one bites the dust

Hey, I'm gonna get you, too

Another one bites the dust

Yeah, yeah

Allright

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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