El tema está construido con seis secciones diferentes: una introducción coral, una balada que hace las veces de tema principal, un solo de guitarra, una sección operática, una sección rock y, finalmente, una coda que regresa sobre la forma de la balada principal. Esta rapsodia tiene una cualidad: es «bohemia«.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?Is this just fantasy?Caught in a landside,No escape from realityOpen your eyes,Look up to the skies and see,I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,Because I’m easy come, easy go,Little high, little low,Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter toMe, to me
Mamaaa,Just killed a man,Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,Now he’s deadMamaaa, life had just begun,But now I’ve gone and thrown it all awayMama, oooh,Didn’t mean to make you cry,If I’m 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, body’s aching allThe timeGoodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go,Gotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama, ooohI don’t want to die,I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!
Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening meGalileo, GalileoGalileo, GalileoGalileo, Figaro – magnificoo
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves meHe’s just a poor boy from a poor family,Spare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come, easy go, will you let me goBismillah! 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 you go (Let me go) AhNo, no, no, no, no, no, noOh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me,For meee
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby,Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,Nothing really matters,Nothing really matters to meAny way the wind blows…