Brian: It's called 'Flick Of The Wrist', thank you

Dislocate your spine if you don't sign he says
I'll have you seeing double, double
Mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied
Simply with those eyes
Synchronize your minds and see
The beast within him rise ...

Don't look back;
Don't look back

Flick of the wrist and you're dead baby
Blow him a kiss and you're mad
Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out
Dig in the ribs, and then a kick in the head
Taken an arm, taken a leg...
All this time honey
Baby, you've been had

Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying
If not you'll lie in knee-deep trouble
"Prostitute yourself", he says
Castrate your human pride
Sacrifice your leisure days
Let me squeeze you 'til you've dried
Don't look back;
Don't look back:
It's a rip off

(instrumental/guitar & piano solo)

Work my fingers to my bones
Scream with pain
Still make no impression

Seduce you with his money-make- machine
Cross-collateralize
Reduce you to a muzak fake machine
And then the last goodbye, bye, bye, bye

Flick of the wrist and you're dead baby
Blow him a kiss and you're mad
Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out
Dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head
Taken an arm, taken a leg
All this time honey
Baby, you've been had

(Roger: Tah, good job ...

Freddie: Thank you, thank you
Now then, ha, ha, ha, well your guess is right
Right now we'd like to do something new for you actually, it's about four pieces that we've put together, a sort of a medley, uhm, three of them are on our new album 'Sheer Heart Attack', thank you, which is now racing up the charts, thanks to you...)