WEIRD AL YANKOVIC - BOHEMIAN POLKA Lyrics

Is this the real lifeIs this just fantasyCaught in a landslideNo escape from realityOpen your eyesLook up to the skies and seeI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy'Cause I'm easy come, easy goLittle high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to meTo meMama, just killed a manPut a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now he's deadMama, life had just begunBut now I've gone and thrown it all awayMama, oooDidn't mean to make you cryIf I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really mattersToo late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spineBody's aching all the timeGoodbye everybody - I've got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama, oooI don't want to dieI sometimes wish I'd never been born at allI see a little silhouetto of a mamScaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the FandangoThunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening meGalileo, GalileoGalileo, GalileoGalileo figaro - Magnifico... Hey! Hey! Hey!I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves meHe's just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come, easy go, will you let me go?Bismillah! No, we will not let you go - let him goBismillah! We will not let you go - let him goBismillah! We will not let you go - let him goWill not let you go - let him goWill not let you go - let him goNo, no, no, no, no no no no no!Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for meFor meSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh, baby - Can't do this to me, babyJust gotta get out - just gotta get right outta hereNothing really mattersAnyone can seeNothing really mattersNothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows - Hey!