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, a 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, ooo, 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, ooo - 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 me - 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 outta here - nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters -, nothing really matters to me any way the wind blows... （operatic vocals - roger, brian and freddie）
