Mamma

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
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, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, 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
Mama, ooh, Any way the wind blows
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
Galileo.. Galileo.. Galileo.. Galileo. Galileo Figaro magnifico
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
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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!
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows