Alba s touto skladbou:
Live at Wembley,
Is this the real life ? Is this just the fantasy? Open your eyes , look up to the skyes and see... I need poor boy I need no sympathy because I am easy come, easy go little hight little low
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 ooo,
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 ooo
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me
Galileo,Galileo,
Galileo Galileo
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 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 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....
