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 i'm easy come

easy go

little high

little low

anyway 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

ooo

didn't mean to make you cry

if i'm not back again this time tomorrow

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 got to go

gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

mama

ooo

i don't want to die

i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all

i see a little silhouetto of a mam

scaramouch

scaramouch

will you do the fandango

thunderbolt and lightning - very

very frightening me

galileo

galileo

galileo

galileo

galileo 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 him go

bismillah! we will not let you go - let him go

bismillah! we will not let you go - let him go

will not let you go - let him go

will not let you go - let him 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 can stone me and spit in my eye

so you think you can love me and leave me to die

oh

baby - can't do this to me

baby

just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

nothing really matters

anyone can see

nothing really matters

nothing really matters to me anyway the wind blows - hey!