Recorded July to October 1978 at Mountain and Super Bear Studios
UK release: Friday 10th November 1978
Highest Chart Position: 2 (27 weeks on chart)
Award status: Gold
USA release: 14th November 1978
Highest Chart Position: 6 (17 weeks on chart)
Highest Japanese Chart Position: 5 (30 weeks on chart)
Highest Dutch Chart Position: 4
Highest Italian Chart Position: 36 (4 weeks on chart)
Produced by Queen and Roy Thomas Baker
Engineered by Geoff Workman
Cover Concept by Queen
Bicycles supplied by Halfords
This album is dedicated to John Harris

After the great success that had both 'We Will Rock You' and 'We Are The Champions' when they were released in the same single, Queen thought that two songs related to each other and released on the same single might have brought a similar impact. Although it was quite successful Queen caused a great outcry when they brought naked girls on bicycles during the 'Jazz' tour. They lost some audience, but gained some other, most of them boys.

ALBUM AVERAGE RATING: 8.5

Mustapha

Words and music by Freddie Mercury
Released on April 1979

I really wonder what's the meaning of this song, and who is Mustapha. Still it's a very cool song, and if you're a Queen fan from middle east, please let me know what the hell does it say.

Rating: 8.6
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, hey!
Allah-i, Allah-i, Allah-i,
Ibra Ibra Ibrahim, yeah!
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, yeah!
Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim,
Allah Allah Allah-i hey!
Mustapha, Mustapha
Mustapha, Mustapha
Mustapham Mustapha
Mustapha, Mustapha
Mustapha, Mustapha,
Vontap ist ahiln avil ahiln adhim Mustapha,
Aleikum Salaam hey!

Fat Bottomed Girls

Words and music by Brian May
Released on October 13 1978
Highest UK Chart Position: 11 (12 weeks on chart)
Highest USA Chart Position: 24
Highest Australian Chart Position: 28 (9 weeks on chart)

For the Fat Bottomed Girls/Bicycle race video, Queen rented 50 bicycles and hired 50 fat bottomed girls to ride them. When they sent the bicycles back, the company that owned the bicycles said that they were not going to accept the bicycles until all the seats were changed. Personally, I would like to dedicate this song to my favorite fat bottomed girl... Jennifer Lopez.

Rating: 8.8
Are you gonna take me home tonight
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are 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
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!

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

Oh won't you take me home tonight? Oh down beside your red firelight
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 your mortgages and homes, I got stiffness in the bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure, still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me
Now get this...
Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside your red firelight, Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round
Get on your bikes and ride

Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fat bottomed girls, Yes, yes

Jealousy
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

This is a beautiful song. Another song by Freddie for all the broken hearted people out there. The first Queen song to feature a citara, an indian instrument which has been used in Beatles songs like, 'Norwegian Wood', and 'Across The Universe'.

Rating: 8.9
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 too see?

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 all 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 too short, to while away with tears
If only you could see, just what you do to me

Oh 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 guy
How, how, how all 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
Because I'm only left with my own jealousy

Bicycle Race

Words and music by Brian May
Released on October 13 1978
Highest UK Chart Position: 11 (12 weeks on chart)
Highest USA Chart Position: 24
Highest Australian Chart Position: 28 (9 weeks on chart)

This song is kind of silly. Sounds more like a 'Sesame Street' song. The first time I listened this song I laughed, but after listening to it for a while I felt tired of it. Written by Freddie while witnessing the Tour De France in 1978.

Rating: 7.9
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
Bicycle race

You say coke, I say caine
You say John, I say Wayne
Hot dog I say cool it man
I don't wanna be the President of America
You say smile, I say cheese
Cartier, I say please
Income tax, I say Jesus
I don't wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate
Because 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 it where I like

If You Can't Beat Them
Words and music by John Deacon

This is a very cool song. It was some kind of start to those pop/rock songs that were very popular in the 80's.

Rating: 8.4
Keep your chin up when you're feeling lonely
Don't let them get you down
Ain't no use in your 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

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

Come on, Get up
Sure feels good

Keep your fingers 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
Invite me to your little contract, Ha!, Ha!
Rumour has it that you could play dirty
I'll tell you what I'll do about that
I'm playing at the wrong game, yeah!

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

That's good, play it again

If you can't beat them,join them you'd better do it
Because it makes you feel good
If you can't beat them,join them
It's everyone for themselves
Move on out

Let Me Entertain You
Words and music by Freddie mercury

This is a song written especially to be played live. It's Freddie's way to say welcome to their gigs, and during the Queen tours after 'Jazz', 'Let Me Entertain You' was the song that turned the audiences on.

Rating: 8.5
Hey, it's a sellout
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 razzmatazz 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 Cruela-de-ville you
And to thrill you I'll use any device

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
The sound and amplification listen
Hey if you need a fix, if you want a high, Stickells see to that
With Electra 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 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 want to see some action, you get nothing but the best
The S and M attraction, We've got the pleasure chest
Chicago down to 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)
(That was great)
(What an outrageous costume)
(Hey that Brian May is out of sight man)
(Not many not many)
(I've always wanted to be a groupie)

Dead On Time
Words and music by Brian May
Thunderbolt courtesy of God

A heavy song with a thunderbolt courtesy of God... or at least that's what the album credits say.

Rating: 8.1
Fool always jumping never happy where you land
Fool got my bus'ness make your living where you can
Hurry down the highway, hurry down the road
Hurry past the 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
Never got a minute, no you never got a minute
No you never never got oh no matter

Fool got no business hanging round and telling lies
Fool you got no reasons but you got no compromise
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 but you leave on time
Leave on time leave on time
You're running in the red but you never can tell

Honey honey where's my money where's my money
Wanna get away, wanna get away
Leave you, leave you, leave you
Leave on time, leave on time
Gotta get rich gonna 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
Got to keep yourself alive gotta leave on time
Gotta leave on time leave on time
Dead on time

'You're Dead!'

In Only Seven Days
Words and music by John Deacon

Something very nice about this album are the soft songs... and since John Deacon is the shy and sensible boy of the band, he's very good writing songs of this kind.

Rating: 8.8
Monday, the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away oooh

Tuesday, I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And 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 for ever
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
Oooh so sad alone

Dreamer's Ball
Words and music by Brian May

A song with a taste to 50's rock n' roll, very nice and smooth. If Queen decided to make a video for this song, they'd probably appear on a prom party in the 50's, dressing kind of like Buddy Holly and the Crickets, and playing while all the students are dancing.

Rating: 8.7
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, and 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
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 'till it's morning
It's all been true

(What you say about that hey honey?
You gonna take me to that dreamer's ball?)
(I'd like that, right on down forty-second street
Way down down town dreamer's town)

Oh take me take me take me, I'm your play thing now
You make my life worthwhile with the slightest smile
Or destroy me with a barely perceptible whisper
Gently take me remember I'll be dreaming of my baby
At the dreamer's ball

Take me, hold me, remember what you told me
You'd meet me at the dreamer's ball
I'll meet you at the dreamer's ball

Fun It
Words and music by Roger Taylor

Probably nobody thought at that moment that Queen was the right band to make funky songs, but one year later with 'Another One Bites The Dust' things were going to change.

Rating: 8.0
Everybody in the morning
Should do a good time, all right
Everybody in the night time
Should have a good time all night
Now we got a 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's right it's all right
That's the only one part of being alive all right all right

Groove on out groove on up OK
Do your thing, do your thing your way
Get your kicks, get you tricks with me
Get up and dance honey, fun's for free

Hey 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
That'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
Words and music by Brian May

This is a very nice ballad. Very emotional for those who have suffered of home wrecking situations.

Rating: 8.6
I take a step outside, and I breath 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
Because 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 of tears
I'm a happy man, don't it look that way
Shaking 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 is the main thing 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?

Oh leaving home ain't easy
I thought 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

Words and music by Freddie Mercury
Released on January 26th 1979
Highest UK Chart Position: 9 (12 weeks on chart)
Highest USA Chart Position: 86
Highest Dutch Chart Position: 14 (7 weeks on chart)

This song would probably have a bigger impact if it was released as the first single of the album. It's very fast, and can lift you from a bad mood. Very cool to listen when you're driving... but hey! Don't exceed the speed limit, or you'll get a ticket.

Rating: 9.3
Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive... and the world turning inside out Yeah!
And 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!
Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister 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 (because I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am 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!, two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister 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 oooh oooh oooh (I like it)
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me Ah

I'm burning through the sky, Yeah! two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister 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 (because I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

More Of That Jazz
Words and music by Roger Taylor

The song that ends the album, and there's no more of this 'Jazz', but the 'game' goes on. This song shows the amazing voice range that Roger has, and has a pretty cool mix of some songs of the album at the end.

Rating:7.8
If you're feeling tired and lonely
Uninspired and lonely
If you're 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
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Only football gives us thrills
Rock'n'roll just pays the bills
Only our team is the real team
Bring out the dogs get on your feet
Lay on the floor
Can't help thinking I've heard that line before

Just more more
More of that jazz
More, no more of that jazz
Give me 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 them-
-Fun it-
-Oh you're 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