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Queen Mercury's Retirement Home - We Will Rock You!
When Life's Temperature is reaching the maximum and the
 mercury in the
Thermometer of Life
nears the top...don't Sweat it!
We will Rock You at Queen Mercury Retirement Home.
You are a Champion, My Friend, and you'll keep on Rocking till the
end at Queen Mercury's Retirement Home.
Not to worry if you look like death on two legs, you're in good
company; god saves the killer queens! Dear friends, if you misfire on
this deal, you're stone cold crazy!
Our fat bottomed girls are the best aids in the
business. And our orderly, big fat Fanny is such a naughty nanny and
he's dynamite with a laser beam. So however you play the game, we're
going to tie your mother down! Experience first hand, The Fairy
Feller's Master-Stroke!
You can keep yourself alive! but leave the body language to us,
because we know that someday, one day, you are a loser in the end!
With a flick of the wrist, we'll have you off to the wheelchair
races, and before you can say, "good old-fashion lover-boy!"
So whether you drowse and somebody takes your breath away, or you're
all dead, all dead from sleeping on the sidewalk, we're your ticket
to the dreamer's ball. Let us entertain you with a kind of magic!
We know leaving home isn't easy, so Queen Mercury Retirement Home
makes sure that you're here now, dead on time, in only seven days,
without a shear heart attack! Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon but don't
try suicide because once you're here, you isn't going back, vamp!
Who needs you? We do baby! It's just our crazy little thing called
love! and too much love will kill you! So rock it, sock it, but
don't put it under pressure or tear it up! Who wants to live
forever? You can be rocking in the laps of the gods at Queen Mercury
Retirement Home where we have the perfect queen sized beds, even for
the biggest Bohemian rhapsody to spread your wings! Get off yer
arse, and ride!
If you want, You can even Ride your Bicycle.
Specialized Rocking Chairs for every Resident.
Designed to ensure easy feet stomping action, always in perfect rhythm.
Hurry, Tell a friend, before another one bite the dust.
Tell them Farrokh Bulsara sent you. I'm just a poor boy, from a
poor family, nobody loves me.
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