• Title:Bohemian Polka
  • Artist:Weird Al Yankovic
  • Album:Alapalooza
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    Album:Alapalooza
    Weird Al Yankovic-Bohemian Polka

    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 (poor boy),
    I need no sympathy
    'Cause I'm 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, oooh
    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
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, oooh (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 silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouch, scaramouch,
    will you do the Fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning
    very, very frightening me
    Galileo, Galileo
    Galileo, Galileo
    Galileo figaro -
    Magnifico-o-o-o-o...
    Hey! Hey! Hey!
    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 him go
    Will not let you go - let me go
    Will not let you go - let me go
    No, no, no, 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

    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
    Anyway the wind
    Anyway the Wind blows
    Hey!