Bohejuan Juapsody
Is this the real life?
Is this just muppetry?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from bullshitry
Open your eyes
Look up to the Sky and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need to play you see
Because I'm "easy come, in the hole"
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really Mata to me, to me
Mata, just left Roman
Put a gun against his head
Triggered my clause, now he's dead
Mata, PL had just begun
But now Jose's gone and thrown it all away
Mata, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not in Manchester this time tomorrow
Carrington, Carrington, as if nothing really Matas
Too late, transfer deadline day has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Finger's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face Stretford End
Mata, ooo - (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been bought at all
I see a little silhouette-o of a Juan
Scaramouche, scaramouche, feck away you Mourinho
Twitter bolts and updates -- very, very frightening me
Gillileo, Gillileo,
Gillileo, Gillileo,
Gillileo, Fergiero -- Moyesifico!
I'm just a poor boy, Jose don't love me
He's just a poor boy from a shit company
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go -- will you let me go?
Woodwardah! No! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Woodwardah! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Woodwardah! We will not let you go! -- Let me go!
Will not let you go! -- Let me go! Never!
Never let you go! -- Let me go!
Never let me go! -- ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh Mata mia, Mata mia, Mata mia! Let me go!
United has a devil put aside for me!
for me!
for me!!
So you think you can bench me and stop all my shots
So you think you can love me and leave me to rot
Oh Jose -- can't do this to me, Jose
Just gotta get out -- just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really Matas
Anyone can see
Nothing really Matas
Nothing really Matas to me[/quote]