March of the Black Queen

[Song competition] Story inspired by the song "March of the Black Queen" by Queen, from their album Queen II


1. Lyrics

Please note: the following lyrics belong to the band Queen, not to me! This is just to help understand the inspiration behind the story.


March of the Black Queen


Do you mean it?

Do you mean it?

Do you mean it?

Why don't you mean it?

Why do I follow you and where do you go?


You've never seen nothing like it no never in your life,

Like going up to heaven and then coming back alive.

Let me tell you all about it -

And the world will so allow it.

Ooh give me a little time to choose.

Water babies singing in a lily-pool delight,

Blue powder monkeys playing in the dead of night.


Here comes the black queen, poking in the pile,

Fie-fo the black queen, marching single file.

Take this, take that, bring them down to size.

(March of the Black Queen)


Put them in the cellar with the naughty boys,

A little sugar then a rub-a dub-a baby oil.

Black on, black on every finger nail and toe,

We've only begun - begun.

Make this, make that, keep making all that noise. 

(March of the Black Queen)

Now I've got a belly-full,

You can be my sugar-baby, you can be my honey chile, yes.


A voice from behind me reminds me,

Spread out your wings you are an angel.

Remember to deliver with the speed of light

A little bit of love and joy.

Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore.

(A little bit of love and joy)

In each and every soul lies a man,

And very soon he'll deceive and discover.

But even till the end of his life, he'll bring a little love.


I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right,

I'm lord of all darkness, I'm queen of the night.

I've got the power - now do the March of the Black Queen.

My life is in your hands, I'll fo and I'll fie,

I’ll be what you make me, I’ll do what you like.

I'll be a bad boy - I'll be your bad boy,

I'll do the March of the Black Queen.


Walking true to style,

She's vulgar 'buse and vile.

Fie-fo the black queen tattoos all her pies,

She boils and she bakes and she never dots her "I's".


Forget your sing-alongs and your lullabies,

Surrender to the city of the fireflies.

Dance with the devil, in beat with the band,

To hell with all of you hand in hand.

But now it's time to be gone - forever, forever.

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