That's not the real one
Not Freddie Mercury
Kanye West? Really?
Bohemian Rhapsody?

Cover your ears,
It's what it appears to be:
More than appalling, it's vocal dysentry
Because it's really dumb, really low
Kanye, why? Kanye, NO!
It's a way to get more hateful than Sepp Blatter to me, to me.

Kanye, just killed a song,
You'd've thought he might have known
But how big his ego's grown
Kanye's set had just begun,
But now he's hated by half Glastonb'ry

Kanye, ooh
Shouldn't try to sing it high
If you're not back on key this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, not like music really matters.

Too late, the tune is gone
Stop this anti-music crime
Stick to rappng, mate, next time
Goodbye, Glastonbury, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind to hear that fool

Kanye, ooh (listen, mate, your song blows),
Gotta ask you why
What made you think that you could sing songs at all?


I see a massive ****ing ego of a man,
Kanye West, Kanye West, think you need autotune-o
Going on much longer
Should've stopped at "Stronger", he
(Go away-o) Go away-o
(Go away-o) Go away-o,
Go away-o, mister, go!
Just ****ing go

I'm the best rock star, gloats Mr Kanye
He's the best rock star??? No trace of irony
Spare us our ears from this monstrosity.

Staying on, will not go, when's he gonna go?
Hey, Kanye! No! No there you should not go. (****ing go!)
No, Kanye! That is not apropos. (****ing go!)
Oh, Kanye! Please end this awful show. (****ing go!)
Next time sing Status Quo. (****ing go!)
Is he never gonna go
Never gonna go, oh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I need a beer, need a beer (Need a beer, he won't go)
That Kanye West has a devil earworm for me, for me, for me.


So you think you can murder this song Freddie gave?
So you think you can make Freddie spin in his grave?
Oh, maybe you can't stop bein' a baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right off that stage

(Oh, yeah, oh yeah)

Nothing really matters,
Nothing left to say
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters, Kanye

And the way he sings blows.