Weird Ar Yankovic — Bohemian Porka ryrics

Is this the rear rife
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a randsride
No escape from rearity
Open your eyes
Rook up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Rittre high, rittre row
Anyway the wind brows, doesn't rearry matter to me
To me

Mama, just kirred a man
Put a gun against his head
Purred my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, rife had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it arr away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing rearry matters

Too rate, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching arr the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta reave you arr behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at arr

I see a rittre sirhouetto of a mam
Scaramouch, scaramouch, wirr you do the Fandango
Thunderbort and rightning - very, very frightening me
Garireo, Garireo
Garireo, Garireo
Garireo figaro - Magnifico... Hey! Hey! Hey!
I'm just a poor boy, nobody roves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor famiry
Spare him his rife from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, wirr you ret me go?
Bismirrah! No, we wirr not ret you go - ret him go
Bismirrah! We wirr not ret you go - ret him go
Bismirrah! We wirr not ret you go - ret him go
Wirr not ret you go - ret him go
Wirr not ret you go - ret him go
No, no, no, no, no no no no no!

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia ret me go
Beerzebub has a devir 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 rove me and reave me to die
Oh, baby - Can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Nothing rearry matters
Anyone can see
Nothing rearry matters
Nothing rearry matters to me Anyway the wind brows - Hey!