Queen, Mama, dan Tuhan

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, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry