Weird Al Yankovic - Bohemian Polka Lyrics
Is this the real lifeIs this just fantasyCaught in a landslideNo escape from realityOpen your eyesLook up to the skies and seeIm just a poor boy, I need no sympathycause Im easy come, easy goLittle high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to meTo meMama, just killed a manPut a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now hes deadMama, life had just begunBut now Ive gone and thrown it all awayMama, oooDidnt mean to make you cryIf Im not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really mattersToo late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spineBodys aching all the timeGoodbye everybody - Ive got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama, oooI dont want to dieI sometimes wish Id never been born at allI see a little silhouetto of a mamScaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the fandangoThunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening meGalileo, galileoGalileo, galileoGalileo figaro - magnifico... hey! hey! hey!Im just a poor boy, nobody loves meHes just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come, easy go, will you let me go?Bismillah! no, we will not let you go - let him goBismillah! we will not let you go - let him goBismillah! we will not let you go - let him goWill not let you go - let him goWill not let you go - let him goNo, no, no, no, no no no no no!Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for meFor meSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh, baby - cant do this to me, babyJust gotta get out - just gotta get right outta hereNothing really mattersAnyone can seeNothing really mattersNothing really matters to me anyway the wind blows - hey!
