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

Because 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 oooh... 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 oooh (any way the wind blows)

I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all



I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening thing

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo (Galileo)

Galileo figaro (Magnifico)

But I'm just a poor boy and 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 me go

Will not let you go, let me go

Will not let you go let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

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 out of here



Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows.