Lyrics Under Pressure (Minus All Guitars) [In The Style Of 'Queen & David Bowie'] - Backing Tracks For Guitarists

Under Pressure (Minus All Guitars) [In The Style Of 'Queen & David Bowie']

You say New York, New York is dangerous
'Cos you read that, well you may
Even the blind man could see that’s not so
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Rave
People on streets
Ah, ah, ah
Um, boom, bah, bay
Um, boom, bah, bay
Ba, ba, boom, bah, baby
Why don’t we give love that one more chance?
Pressure, pressure,
pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure,
pressure, pressure, pressure
Pushing down on me
Pushing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um, bah, bah, bay
Um, bah, bah, bay
Eh, day, dah
Eh, day, dah
That’s OK
David Bowie: It’s the terror of knowing
David Bowie: What this world is about
David Bowie: Watching some good friends screaming
Both: Let me out
Freddie: Pray tomorrow — gets me higher
David Bowie: Pressure on people — people on streets
Freddie: Day, day, dah, day, de, dah
Freddie: Day, day, dah, day, de, dah
Freddie: Day, day, dah, day, de, dah
Freddie: Day, day, dah, day, de, dah
Freddie: OK
Chipping around — kick my brains around the floor
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
These are the days, it never rains but it pours
Eh, bay, bop (David Bowie: ooh-ooh-ooh)
Eh, ba, ba, bop (David Bowie: ooh-ooh-ooh)
Eh, doh, dop (David Bowie: ooh)
Be, dop
People on streets
Eh, dah, dee, dah, day
(ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh)
Both: People on streets
Eh, dah, dee, dah, dee, dah, dee, dah
(aahhhh)
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
Let me out
Tomorrow — gets me higher, higher
Pressure on people (Freddie: high)
People on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why — why — why?
Love (love, love, love, love)
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love
Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
(Freddie: give love, give love)
And love dares you to
Care for the people on the
Edge of the night (Both: people on streets)
And love dares you to (Both: people on streets)
Change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure