Bohemian Polka-Weird Al Yankovic

Bohemian Polka - """Weird Al"" Yankovic" 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 Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Cause im easy come, easy go Little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me To me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now hes dead Mama, life had just begun But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didnt mean to make you cry If Im 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 Bodys aching all the time Goodbye everybody - Ive got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo I dont want to die I sometimes wish Id 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! Im just a poor boy, nobody loves me Hes 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 - cant 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!