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Transcribed by Shane McGuckian
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. 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. Any way 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, oooOOOOoo ooh. Didn’t mean to make you cry. If I’m not back again this time tomorrow. Carry on. Carry on [because] nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come. Sent 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 oooOOOOoo ooh. [Any way the wind blows] I don’t wanna die; sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.
[Solo 1]
I see a little silhouette-o of a man. Scad a moosh, vad a moosh will you do the van-dango? Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening, me.
Galileo Galileo Galileo Galileo Galileo, Figaro Magnifico o o o o.
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me. He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family. Sparing his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go. Will you let me go?
Priscilla! No. We will not let you go. Let him go. Priscilla! We will not let you go. Let him go. Priscilla! 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 o o o no no no no no no no.
Oh Mama mia mama mia. Mama mia let me go. Beelzebub has a devil for a son, for me, for me, for me.
[Solo 2]
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 you listen to me baby? Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here.
Ooooooooooooooo. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah. Nothing really matters, any one can see. Nothing really matters; nothing really matters to me…
[Any way the wind blows]
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