"Bohemian Polka" Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
'Cause it's easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh ooh ooh...didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tommorow,
Carry on, carry on,
As if nothing really matters.

Too late,
My time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've gotta go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo
I don't wanna die
In fact I wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightening very very frightening me

Gallileo (Gallileo)
Gallileo (Gallileo)
Gallileo Figaro (magnifico)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

I'm just a poor boy
Nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah (No!)
We will not let you go (let me go!)
Bismillah
We will not let you go (let me go!)
Will not let you go (let me go!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia!
Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you could love me and leave me to die?
Oooh baby
Can't do this to me baby
Just got to get out
Just gotta get right out of here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To me

Any way the wind
Any way the wind
Any way the wind
Any way the wind blows
Hey!