Rockapella: Bohemian rhapsody

Is this the real life - Is this just fantasyCaught it a landslide - No escape from realityOpen your eyes - Look up to the skies and seeIm just a poor boy I need no sympathyBecause Im easy come, easy goA little hight, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me, to meMama, just killed man,Put a gun against his headPulled my trigger now hes deadMama, life has just begun,But 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, ooo (Anyway the wind blows)I dont want to dieI sometimes wish Id never been born it allI see a little silhoueto of a manScaramouche, scaramouche will you do the FandangoThunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening meGallileo, GallileoGallileo, GallileoGallileo figaro, MagnficoBut Ive just a poor boy and nobody loves meHes just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstronsityEasy come, easy go, will you let me goBismillah! 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 ME GOWill not let you go - LET ME GONo, no, no, no, no, no, no!Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebud has a devil put inside for me, for me, for 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 matters, anyone can seeNothing really matters, Nothing really matters, to me. Anyway the wind blows...