Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Queen
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CHORDS   || D Dsus4 D | D Dsus4 D | D Dsus4 D | D Dsus4 D      ||
Freddie  ||           |           |           |           This ||
Harmoney ||           |           |           |                ||


CHORDS  || D            | D      | G          | C          G    |
Freddie || thing called | love I | just can't | handle it. This | 

C. | D            | D      | G        | C              G     |
F. | thing called | love I | must get | round to it. I ain't |

C. | D      | Bb           C            | D     | D      ||
F. | ready. | Crazy little thing called | love. |   This ||


C. || D                         | D                     | G                        | C                 G  |
F. || thing              called | love               it | cries               in a | cradle all night. It |
H. ||       (this thing)        |      (called love)    |       (like a baby)      |                      |

C. | D                     | D                    | G                      | C             G     |
F. | swings,            it | jives,            it | shakes all over like a | jelly fish. I kinda |
H. |         (ooh, ooh)    |        (ooh, ooh)    |                        |                     |

C. | D        | Bb           C            | D     | D               ||
F. | like it. | Crazy little thing called | love. |   There goes my ||


C. || G     | G   | C                    G     |               |
F. || baby. | She | knows how to rock-n- roll. | She drives me |

C. | Bb           | Eb              | E            A          | F                         ||
F. | cr- a- zy.   |    She gives me | hot and cold fever. She | leaves me in a cool, cool ||


C. ||        D | A | E | A            ||
F. || sweat.   |   |   |   I gotta be ||


C. || D         |          | G        | C     G              |
F. || cool, re- | lax, get | hip, get | on my tracks. Take a |

C. | D                 |           | G                      | C      G               |
F. | back seat, hitch- | hike, and | take a long ride on my | motor- bike; until I'm |

C.  | D      | Bb           C            | D     |                      ||
F.  | ready. | Crazy little thing called | love. |                      ||


C.  || Bb | | D G | D | Bb | Eb | E A | F || D | A | E | A            ||
F.  ||    | |     |   |    |    |     |   ||   |   |   |   I gotta be ||


C. || D         |          | G        | C     G              |
F. || cool, re- | lax, get | hip, get | on my tracks. Take a |

C. | D                 |           | G                      | C      G               |
F. | back seat, hitch- | hike, and | take a long ride on my | motor- bike; until I'm |

C. | D      | Bb           C            | D     |      ||
F. | ready. | Crazy little thing called | love. | This ||


C. || D            |        | G          | C      G        |
F. || thing called | love I | just can't | handle it. This | 

C. | D            |        | G        | C        G           |
F. | thing called | love I | must get | round to it. I ain't |

C. | D      | Bb           C            | D     | ||
F. | ready. | Crazy little thing called | love. | ||


C. || Bb           C            | D     | Bb           C            | D     |
F. || Crazy little thing called | love. | Crazy little thing called | love. |

C. | Bb           C            | D     | Bb           C            | D     | D ||
F. | Crazy little thing called | love. | Crazy little thing called | love. |   ||


This thing called love I just can't handle it. This thing called love I must get round to it. I ain't ready. Crazy little thing called love.

This thing (this thing) called love (called love) it cries (like a baby) in a cradle all night. It swings (ooh, ooh), it jives (ooh, ooh), it shakes all over like a jelly fish. I kinda like it. Crazy little thing called love.

There goes my baby She knows how to rock-n-roll She drives me crazy She gives me hot and cold fever She leaves me in a cool, cool sweat

Interlude

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my tracks. Take a back seat, hitch-hike, and take a long ride on my motorbike; Until I'm ready. Crazy little thing called love.

Guitar Solo

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, and get on my tracks. Take a back seat, hitch-hike, and take a long ride on my motorbike. Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie). Crazy little thing called love.

This thing called love I just can't handle it. This thing called love I must get round to it. I ain't ready. Crazy little thing called love...