Is this the life? Is this just Caught in a No escape reality your eyes Look up to the and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me Mama, just the man
Put a gun against his Pulled my trigger, now he's Mama, had just begun But now I've and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't to make you cry If I'm not back again time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really matters
Too late, my time has
shivers down my spine Body's aching all the Goodbye everybody - got to go Gotta you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows) I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very me Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo - magnifico But I'm a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy a poor family him his life from this monstrosity Easy come go - will you let me go Bismillah! No - we not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let him go Bismillah! We not let you go - let me go not let you go - let me go (never) let me go - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mia, mama mia let me go Beelzebub has a put aside for me
for me for me So you think you can me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby - do this to me baby gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here Ooh yeah, ooh Nothing really can see Nothing really matters - nothing matters to me Anyway the blows...