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 k**ed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead POW! Mama, life had just begun And now I've gone and thrown it all away Ma-ma-mama, ooh I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouch, scaramouch Will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning Very, very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo Gallileo, Gallileo Gallileo Gallileo Gallileo Gallileo "I'm sorry, what's the next line?" "Gallileo " "Oh Gallileo, Figaro Magnifico No, no, no, no, no, no Oh mama mia, mama mia Mama mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me For me, for me Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters Nothing really matters Nothing really matters To moi! Anyway the wind blows