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

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