Jazz

Released 10 November 1978, reached number 2, on chart for 27 weeks, achieved Gold status

Album Length 44:51

Mustapha | Fat Bottomed Girls | Jealousy | Bicycle Race | If You Can't Beat Them | Let Me Entertain You | Dead On Time | In Only Seven Days | Dreamer's Ball | Fun It | Leaving Home Ain't Easy | Don't Stop Me Now | More Of That Jazz

The Hollywood Records 1991 remaster also adds Fat Bottomed Girls (1991 Remix) and Bicycle Race (1991 Remix).

Produced by Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
Engineered by Geoff Workman, additional engineering by John Etchells
Recorded at Mountain Studios, Montreux, and Super Bear, Nice, July-October 1978

Our thanks to all the staff of Mountain and Super Bear Studios, especially John Etchells for additional engineering, David Palmer, Patrick Jauneud, Aline Jaccottet, Martin Pearson, Andre Jauchat, for valuable assistance

Management by Queen
Sleeve concept by Queen
Sleeve design by Cream
Bicycles supplied by Halfords
Thunderbolt courtesy of God
This album is dedicated to John Harris

Singles: ('Bicycle Race', 'Fat Bottomed Girls' and 'Don't Stop Me Now' are all on Greatest Hits)

• Bicycle Race / Fat Bottomed Girls (no 11, 13 October 1978) (US reached no 24)
• Don't Stop Me Now / In Only Seven Days (no 9, 26 January 1979)
  US and Japan had 'More Of That Jazz' as B-Side. Reached no 86 in the US
• Jealousy / Fun It (US only, did not chart, April 1979)
• Mustapha / Dead On Time (Germany, Spain and Yugoslavia only, May 1979)

Mustapha
Track 1. Written by Freddie Mercury. Album Version 3:01
This track is written in Arabic (I think).
Alternate Versions:
1. The Eye Version (0:23) (on 'The Eye' disc 2) (an edit of the start of the album version, upto but not including the 'hey')
2. Live Version 1 (0:22) (on 'Live Killers' as intro to 'Bohemian Rhapsody') (only the very start of the track is sung) (click here for lyrics)
3. Live Version 2 (0:25) (on the 'Final Concert Live In Japan' as intro to 'Hammer To Fall') (only the very start of the track is sung) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Ibrahim
Ibrahim
Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you
Hey!

Mustapha, mustapha, mustapha, Ibrahim
Mustapha, mustapha, mustapha, Ibrahim

Mustapha, Ibrahim
Mustapha, Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you

Mustapha, Ibrahim
Al havra kris vanin
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you

Mustapha, hey
Mustapha
Mustapha Ibrahim
Mustapha Ibrahim, oooh ahh
Allah-i
Allah-i
Allah-i,
Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, him
Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Allah Allah Allah-i, hey

Mustapha, mustapha - Allah-i na stolei
Mustapha, mustapha - Achtar es na sholei
Mustapha, mustapha - Mochamut dei ya low eshelei
Mustapha, mustapha - ai, ai, ai, ai, ahelei
Mustapha
Mustapha
Ist avil ahiln avil ahiln adhim mustapha
Salaam Aleikum

Mustapha, Ibrahim
Mustapha, Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you
Mustapha Ibrahim, achbar ish navin
Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you

Mustapha
Mustapha

Mustapha, Ibrahim
Mustapha, Ibrahim, hey
Allah-i
Allah-i
Allah-i
Ibra-Ibra-Ibrahim, him
Ibrahim
Ibrahim
Ibrahim
Allah, Allah, Allah-i, hey

Mustapha, mustapha
Mustapha, mustapha, hey
Mustapha, mustapha
Mustapha, mustapha

Mustapha
Mustapha
Vontap ist ahiln avil ahiln adhim mustapha
Aleikum Salaam
Hey

Fat Bottomed Girls
Track 2. Written by Brian May. Album Version 4:15
The US 'Greatest Hits' album from 1992 has the full album version.
Additional Assistance:
Brian Malouf (Hollywood Records Remix)
Alternate Versions: (The Surround Sound Mix details can be found here)
1. Single Version (3:22) (on all singles, 'We Are The Champions' 3" CD, and 'Greatest Hits') (loses instrumental sections from 0:21-0:37 and 1:08 to 1:29, and fades out from 3:36 to 3:59. Lyrics are identical to album version except it loses the 'wow')
2. Hollywood Records Remix (4:21) (on the US remaster only) (a slightly reworked version, with different outro vocals) (click here for lyrics)
3. Instrumental Version (3:13) (on the Japanese Karaoke CD or Video only) (instrumental version of single version) (click here for lyrics)
4. Greatest Video Hits I Version (3:38) (on the DVD only) (this is the single version without the fade at the end, continuing instead as the album version)
5. Queen Rocks Video Version (3:15) (on the video only) (this is the single version upto 3:10, without the fade, but instead has the album version drum finale, from 4:11 onwards)
6. Live Version (4:26) (on 'Queen On Fire: Live At The Bowl', recorded at Milton Keynes 1982) (click here for lyrics)
7. Queen + Paul Rodgers Live Version 1 (4:12) (an official download, recorded in Paris on 30 March 2005) (click here for lyrics)
8. Queen + Paul Rodgers Live Version 2 (4:59) (an official download, recorded in Hamburg on 28 April 2005) (click here for lyrics)
9. Queen + Paul Rodgers Live Version 3 (4:57) (on 'Return Of The Champions', recorded in Sheffield on 9 May 2005) (click here for lyrics)
10. Queen + Paul Rodgers Live Version 4 (5:08) (on 'Super Live In Japan', recorded in Tokyo on 27 October 2005) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Oh, you gonna take me home tonight
Oh, down beside that red fire light
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round

Hey
I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery, huh
Left alone with big fat fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Hey, hey

Wow

I've been singing with my band
Across the water across the land
I've seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey
But their beauty and their style
Wear kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time
Come on

Oh, won't you take me home tonight
Oh, down beside your red fire light
Oh, and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round

Hey, listen here
Now I've got mortgages on homes
I've got stiffness in my bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality
I tell you
Hope that I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man of me
Now get this

Oh, I know, you gonna take me home tonight, please
Oh, down beside that red fire light
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round, yeah
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rocking world go round

Get on your bikes and ride

Oooh, yeah, oh yeah
Them fat bottomed girls
They get me (fat bottomed girls)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Alright, ride 'em come on
Fat bottomed girls
Yes, yes

Jealousy
Track 3. Written by Freddie Mercury. Album Version 3:13
Lyrics:
Oh, how wrong can you be?
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Jealousy, look at me now
Jealousy, you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy, you led me on

You couldn't lose
You couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail
How, how, how, oh my jealousy
I wasn't man enough
To let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy

Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart
Life is much to short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me (oh jealousy)

Jealousy, you tripped me up
Jealousy, you brought me down
You bring me sorrow
You cause me pain
Jealousy, when will you let go

Gotta hold of my possessive mind
Turned me into a jealous kind
How, how, how, oh my jealousy
I wasn't man enough
To let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy

But now it matters not
If I should live or die
'Cos I'm only left with my own jealousy

Bicycle Race
Track 4. Written by Freddie Mercury. Album Version 3:01
Additional Assistance:
Junior Vasquez (Hollywood Records Remix)
Alternate Versions: (The Surround Sound Mix details can be found here)
1. Hollywood Records Remix (4:57) (on the US remaster only) (a dance remix, retaining only the vocals) (click here for lyrics)
2. Instrumental Version (2:59) (on the Japanese Karaoke CD or Video only) (instrumental) (click here for lyrics)
3. Live Version (1:29) (on 'Live Killers', recorded in Europe in 1979) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black, I say white
You say bark, I say bite
You say shark, I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars

You say Rolls, I say Royce
You say God, give me a choice
You say Lord, I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my

Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks
Get set
Go!

Bicycle race, bicycle race, bicycle race

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle, (I want a) bicycle race

Hey
You say coke, I say cane
You say John, I say Wayne
Hot dog, I say cool it man
I don't want to be the president of America

You say smile, I say cheese
Cartier, I say please
Income tax, I say Jesus
I don't want to be a candidate
For Vietnam or Watergate
'Cos all I wanna do is

Bicycle (yeah), bicycle (yeah), bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, (come on) bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

If You Can't Beat Them
Track 5. Written by John Deacon. Album Version 4:16
Lyrics:
Keep your chin up when you're feeling lonely
Don't let 'em get you down
Ain't no use in you sitting all alone
Hanging around
For someone to call
Oooh, they won't come knocking at all
Don't run and hide
Even if it hurts you inside
So I said
Give as good as you get, yeah

If you can't beat 'em join 'em
You'd better do it 'cos it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself, yeah

Come on go, get up, hey, hey
Sure feels good

Keep your big hands off my money
Don't try and pull me down
You're taking me out to wine and dine me
Trying to wind me round and around
And bind me to your legal contract, ha, ha
Rumour has it that you can play it dirty
I'll tell you what I'll do about that, that yeah
I'll play them at their own game, yeah

If you can't beat 'em join 'em
You'd better do it 'cos it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em join 'em
You're never gonna help yourself, yeah

That's good
Play it again

If you can't beat 'em join 'em
Ooh, you'd better do it 'cos it makes you feel good
If you can't beat 'em join 'em
It's everyone for themselves

Move on out, hey

Oh, thank you
Let rock and roll win
Yeah, woo-hoo

Let Me Entertain You
Track 6. Written by Freddie Mercury. Album Version 3:00
Alternate Versions:
1. The Eye Version (0:47) (on 'The Eye' disc 3) (the first 16 seconds of the track is looped three times, without Freddie's vocal)
2. Live Version 1 (2:50) (on 'Live Killers', recorded in Europe in 1979) (click here for lyrics)
3. Live Version 2 (2:40) (on the 'We Will Rock You' video and the 'Queen Rock Montreal' album/DVD, from Montreal 1981) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Hey, it's a sell out
Hey

Let me welcome you ladies and gentlemen
I would like to say hello
Are you ready for some entertainment?
Are you ready for a show?
Gonna rock you
Gonna roll you
Get you dancing in the aisles
Jazz you razzamatazz you
With a little bit of style
C'mon, let me entertain you

Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

I've come here to sell you my body
I can show you some good merchandise
I'll pull you and I'll pill you
I'll Cruella De Vil you
And to thrill you I'll use any device, ha, ha, ha, ha

We'll give you crazy performance
We'll give you grounds for divorce
We'll give you piece de resistance
And a tour de force
Of course

We found the right location
Got a lot of pretty lights
Sound and amplification, listen
Hey, if you need a fix
If you want a high
Stickells will see to that
With Elektra and EMI
We'll show you where it's at
So c'mon, let me entertain you

Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

Just take a look at the menu
We'll give you rock a la carte
We'll breakfast at Tiffany's
We'll sing to you in Japanese
We're only here to entertain you

If you wanna see some action
We got nothing but the best
The S & M attraction
We got the pleasure chest
Chicago down in New Orleans
We get you on the line
If you dig the New York scene
We'll have a son of a bitch of a time

C'mon let me entertain
Let me entertain
Let me entertain you
Tonight

Hey, where's my backstage pass?
Great one, outrageous costumes (yeah, that was something alright, wasn't it)
Hey, that Brian May, he's out of sight, man
Not many, not many
I always wanted to be

Dead On Time
Track 7. Written by Brian May. Album Version 3:23
Lyrics:
Ooooh, eh

Fool, always jumping never happy where you land, hey
Fool, got no business take your living where you can, hey
Hurry down the highway
Hurry down the road
Hurry passing people staring
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry

Leave on time, leave on time
Never got your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
Gonna get your ticket but you leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
Put it in your pocket but you never can tell

Leave on time, leave on time
Shake that rattle, gotta leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
Fight your battle but you leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
You never got a minute
No you never got a minute
No you never know it
Oh, no matter

Fool, got no business hanging round and telling lies
Fool, you got no reason but you got no compromise, hey
Stamping on the ceiling
Hammering on the walls
Gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get
Oh you know I'm going crazy

Leave on time, leave on time
Gotta get ahead but you leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
Gotta head on ahead gotta leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
You're running in the red but you never can tell

Wow, hey, hey
Oooh, oooh yeah

Hey, hey, honey, honey
Gotta get late
Where's my money
Where's my money
You wanna get playing
You wanna get playing
Leave your, leave your, leave your
Oh

Leave on time, leave on time
Gotta get rich gotta leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
But you can't take it with you
When you leave on time
Leave on time, leave on time
Gotta keep yourself alive but you leave on time
But you leave on time, leave on time
Dead on time

You're dead

In Only Seven Days
Track 8. Written by John Deacon. Album Version 2:30
Lyrics:
Monday
Start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away
Ooooh, ooooh

Tuesday
Saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
She looked and smiled at me

Wednesday
I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade

I wish Friday
Would last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday
Just twenty four hours
Oh no
I'm going back home on Sunday

I'm so sad
Alone

Dreamer's Ball
Track 9. Written by Brian May. Album Version 3:29
Alternate Versions:
1. Live Version (3:33) (on 'Live Killers', recorded in Europe in 1979) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Oh, I used to be your baby
Used to be your pride and joy
You used to take me dancing
Just like any other boy
But now you've found another partner
You left me like a broken toy

Oh, it's someone else you're taking
Someone else you're playing to
Honey, though I'm aching
Know just what I have to do
If I can't have you when I'm waking
I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you

Oh, take me, take me
Take me to the dreamer's ball
Um, I'll be right on time
And I'll dress so fine
You're gonna love me when you see me
I won't have to worry
Take me, take me
Promise not to wake me 'til it's morning
Oooh, it's all been true

What'd you say about that hey honey?
You gonna take me to that dreamer's ball
I'd like that

Right on that 42nd street
Way down downtown dreamer's town

Oh, take me, take me
Take me I'm your play thing now
Make my life worthwhile
With the slightest smile
Or destroy me with the barely
Perceptible whisper
Gently take me
Remember I'll be dreaming of my baby
At the dreamer's ball

Oh, take me, hold me
Remember what you told me
You'd meet me at the dreamer's ball
Meet you at the dreamer's ball

Fun It
Track 10. Written by Roger Taylor. Album Version 3:29
Roger Taylor sings most lead vocals
Lyrics:
Everybody
In the morning
Should do a good time
Alright

Everybody
In the night time
Should have a good time
All night

Now we
Gotta movement
Don't shun it
Fun it

Can't you see
Now you're moving free
Get some fun
Join our dynasty
Can't you tell
When we get it down
You're the one
You're the best in town

Hey, everybody, everybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shaking the soles of your feet
Everybody, everybody gonna have a good time tonight
That's the only soul you'll ever meet

They say that moving the body is jive
It's alright
That's the only one part of being alive
Alright, alright

Groove on out
Groove on up, OK
Do your thing
Do your thing your way
Get your kicks
Get your tricks with me
Get up and dance honey
Fun's for free

Everybody, everybody gonna have a good time tonight
Just shaking the soles of your feet
Everybody gonna have a good time tonight
Time tonight, time tonight
It's the only soul you'll ever meet

Don't shun it - fun it
Don't shun it - fun it

Don't shun it - fun it

Leaving Home Ain't Easy
Track 11. Written by Brian May. Album Version 3:15
Brian May sings lead vocals
The 'female' vocal in the middle of the song was sung by Brian with the recording tape running slowly.
Lyrics:
I take a step outside
And I breathe the air
And I slam the door
And I'm on my way
I won't lay no blame
I won't call you names
'Cos I've made my break
And I won't look back
I've turned my back
On those endless games

I'm all through with ties
I'm all tired with tears
I'm a happy man
Don't it look that way
Shake the dust from my shoes
There's a road ahead
And there's no way back home (no way back home)
Oh, but I have to say

Leaving home ain't easy
Oh, I never thought it would be easy
Leaving on your own
Oh, there's a million things a calling me back
Leaving home ain't easy
On the one you're leaving home

Stay my love
My love please stay
Don't stray my love
What's wrong my love
What's right my love, oooh

Leaving home ain't easy
Oh God, how could I think of leaving
Leaving on your own
Still trying to persuade me that
Leaving home ain't necessarily
The only way

Leaving home ain't easy
But may be the only way

Don't Stop Me Now
Track 12. Written by Freddie Mercury. Album Version 3:30
Alternate Versions: (The Surround Sound Mix details can be found here)
1. Instrumental Version (3:27) (on the Japanese Karaoke CD or Video, and on the 'Artitst Karaoke Series' US CD) (instrumental) (click here for lyrics)
2. Live Version (4:16) (on 'Live Killers', recorded in Europe in 1979) (click here for lyrics)
3. Live Cast Recording 1 (0:46) (on the 'We Will Rock You' cast album) (click here for lyrics)
4. Live Cast Recording 2 (0:47) (on the 'We Will Rock You' Spanish cast album)
5. The Alps Film Version (0:52) (only available in the film) (an edit of the album version containing 0:25 to 0:42, 0:52 to 1:06, then 2:57 onwards, switching to the karaoke version piano outro) (click here for lyrics)
Lyrics:
Tonight I'm gonna have myself
A real good time
I feel alive

And the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So

Don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'Cos I'm having a good time
Having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping me
I'm burning through the sky yeah
200 degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now
'Cos I'm having a good time
Don't stop me now
Yes, I'm having a good time
I don't wanna stop at all, yeah

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite
I'm out of control
I'm a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode
I'm burning through the sky, yeah
200 degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me, hey, hey, hey
Don't stop me, don't stop me, oo, oo, oo, I like it
Don't stop me, don't stop me, alright
Have a good time, good time
Don't stop me, don't stop me, oooh
Alright

Ooh, burning through the sky, yeah
200 degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
Hey, travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time, alright
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now
'Cos I'm having a good time, yeah, yeah
Don't stop me now
Yes, I'm having a good time
I don't wanna stop at all

More Of That Jazz
Track 13. Written by Roger Taylor. Album Version 4:14
Roger Taylor sings lead vocals. This track includes snippets of other album tracks in a sort of 'medley'.
Alternate Versions:
1. The Eye Version 1 (4:28) (on 'The Eye' disc 1) (an instrumental of some sections, repeated six times in all) (click here for details)
2. The Eye Version 2 (0:35) (on 'The Art Of Queen The Eye' CD-Rom only) (the first 35 seconds of the above version plus some game sound effects) (click here for details)
Lyrics: (lyrics in red are excerpts of other album tracks)
If you're feeling tired and only
Uninspired and lonely
If your
Thinking how the days seem long
All you're given
Is what you've been given
A thousand times before

Just more, more, more
Of that jazz
More, no more
Of that jazz
Gimme no more
No more of that jazz

Huh, only football
Gives us thrills
Rock and roll just
Pays the bills
Only our team
Is the real team

Bring out the dogs
Get on your feet
Lie on the floor
Can't help think I've heard that line before

Just more
More, of that jazz
More, no more, of that jazz
Gimme no more
No more of that jazz

Oh no matter
Fool got no business hanging round and telling lies
Bicycle races are coming your way
If you can't beat 'em join 'em
Fun it
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

No more
No more
No more

Of that jazz