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, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way 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, oh, didn't mean to make you cry (Any way the wind blows) 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, oh, I don't want to die (Any way the wind blows) 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 fright'ning me Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo figaro magnifico 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 me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma 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

They pulled in just behind the fridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American All the way from Washington Bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you been an un-American? You were no idol singing falsetto Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands in a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? It ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American Well, you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man you can say no more? Ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there just one song that will make you break down and cry? All night Young American, young American, you want the young American All right Young American, young American, you want the young American

I'm a tangled tiger and I want to rip it all to shreds So I can ask it why She's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with me for the ride In a Sunday diner, I'm reminded there's no finer place to kiss than one like this But babe, I can't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't see all sides of you White braids and pillow chair I don't know what I would do without your pillow She's a Bobby Darin singing to the fish and herring sacrifice Oh, that's her knife There's a Karmann Ghiah parked out back and we believe it is alive (oh) You can see the river runnin' through my devastated concrete eyes They don't deny But babe, I can't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't see all sides of you White braids and pillow chair I don't know what I would do California blue Sing to you, things to do California blue Sing to you Deep Ventura sky Rolling by, rolling why Deep Ventura sky Rolling by Santa Cruz in June Either blue, surf the moon Santa Cruz in June Surf the moon San Francisco Bay Safe to say, paved the way San Francisco Bay Paved the way

My girls don't trip, my girls keep winning My girls don't lose, my girls just keep on Getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor Get-getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling, nail-nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling, them nails up to the ceiling Tanisha 25, look 18, 2 kids, Masters degree Put her own self through school Hot damn, drinks on me Shamira got her own shop, got the whole block hot Chairs stay packed, she getting racks Homegirl just bought a new drop Who need a man in my clique? Ha, not nare one bitch Now don't you get it messed up, we still in love with the stick With that name tattooed on our hearts With that name tattooed on our parts They get crazy when they don't know where we are Boy, you better stop My girls don't trip, my girls keep winning My girls don't lose, my girls just keep on Getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor Get-getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling, nail-nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling, them nails up to the ceiling Tonight, we celebrating Shonda Last night dancing, just bought a mansion Used to bop down Gates in a Honda And now she riding Lambs, plus a new man Sorority sisters, I see you, step to this on the yard, hot damn Who gon' tell you can't do you, baby, you can, goddamn Scrunch your face when you dance, l-look at me, ho We having a good time, I'm making a toast Lit, brand new outfit Brai-braids down to the floor, y'all already know My girls don't trip, my girls keep winning My girls don't lose, my girls just keep on Getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor Get-getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling, nail-nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling, them nails up to the ceiling Getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor Get-getting braids to the floor, getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling, nail-nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling, them nails up to the ceiling