Words and music by Freddie Mercury
Is this time real life..
Is this 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, a little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matters 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..
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really nothing matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time,
Good by everybody - I've got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..
I see a little silhoutte of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
thunderbolt and lighting -very very frightening me--
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 his 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 -
Will not let 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.....