Strofa 1
Eb B Gb Eb
Here we go
F Eb Gb Eb Gb Eb
B
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Strofa 2
Gb Eb
Hey I'm the hitman
Gb Eb
Stand aside
F Eb
I'm the hitman
I want your life
B
Ain't no escaping
Don't run and hide
Gb B
There goes the neighborhood
C
I'm gonna kill for your love
B
that's right
Strofa 3
F
Hitman
Ab Eb F Eb
Now don't you cry
F Eb
I'm just it man
F Eb
And you might get fried
Ab B
Gun in my pocket
Don't get me wrong
I'll be your hitman
Cm C Cm
I'm a fool for your love
Eb Bbm Bb
Strofa 4
F
I'm a head shredder
That's better
Abm B
Strofa 5
Eb
Baby baby baby
Abm B Abm B Abm B
I'm a
Eb
hitman hitman hitman
Abm
Yeah - trouble in the East
Strofa 6
Abm
B
troubled in the West
Struggle with the beast - what
Eb
a thief what a pest
F
Come back mother
Gb F
Nuke that sucker
Em
Yeah yeah yeah
Strofa 7
F
Who knows what I'm talking about
Eb
Bb Eb Gb Eb
Waste that brother
B Eb
All right
B F Eb Fm Eb
Ooh
That's the way to do it
F
Strofa 8
Eb Bb Eb
Bb Cm
I'm the hitman
Eb
I'm your prize
Cm
But this hitman can cut
F Cm Eb Gb
you down to size
Love me (baby)
Don't be so cool
Love me love me baby
F
I've been to the hitman school
Gb
Yeah yeah
F
You're gonna make my day
Eb
Gonna blow you away
F
That's when the fun
Eb
begins (hitman)
Db
Are you ready for the sting
Eb
Gonna waste that thing
Bb Bbm Bb
(hitman)
B F Eb B F Eb
Hitman is
F Eb F Eb
F Eb
F Eb Fm Eb F Eb F Eb
king
F Eb Fm
Strofa 9
F Eb F Eb
Go go
F Eb F Eb
F Eb
Fm Eb
F
Eb Gb Eb
Gb Eb
F Eb
F
Oh hitman hitman
Finale 1
Fm Eb Fm F Fm
F F
Eb Eb Eb
Eb Eb
Eb Eb
Here we go
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, I'm the hitman
Stand aside
I'm the hitman
I want your life
Ain't no escaping
Don't run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
I'm gonna kill for your love
That's right
Hitman
Now don't you cry
I'm just hitman
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Don't get me wrong
I'll be your hitman
I'm a fool for your love
I'm a head shredder
That's better
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a hitman, hitman, hitman
Yeah, trouble in the East, troubled in the West
Struggle with the beast, what a thief, what a pest
Come back, mother
Nuke that sucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who knows what I'm talking about
Waste that, brother
All right
Ooh
That's the way to do it
I'm the hitman
I'm your prize
But this hitman can cut you down to size
Love me (baby)
Don't be so cool
Love me, love me, baby
I've been to the hitman school
Yeah, yeah
You're gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away
That's when the fun begins (hitman)
Are you ready for the sting?
Gonna waste that thing (hitman)
Hitman is king
Go, go
Oh, hitman, hitman
Dall'album
Innuendo
Queen · 1991 · Track 10