Is this 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
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 Ooooo 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 achin’ all the time,
Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama Ooooo____
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.

(guitar solo)

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouche  Scaramouche
will you do the fan-dan-go?
Thunder bolt of lightning,
very very frightening me
Galileo Galileo Galileo Figaro
Magnifico oh oh oh
I’m just a poor boy 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 oh oh oh oh oh
no no no no no no no
Oh Mamma Mia Mamma Mia
Mamma Mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me

(hard rock section)

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

Andre sange fra A Night at the Opera Album