Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the area
No escape from voracity
Open your eyes
Look up to the ball and see
I’m just a goalkeeper , I need no sympathy
Because I’m “easy come, easy go”
here he comes , another goal
Any way the ball goes , doesn’t really matter to me, to me
Mama, just scored a goal
Put a shot right to the net
Pulled my foot, it´s goal again
Mama, league had just begun
But now I got Muller´s record at my hand
Mama, ooo
in Madrid they cry
If they take me away a goal I´ll score tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, the time has come
Sends shivers down their spine
Body’s aching in Madrid they cry
Goodbye cavernarios – the golden ball
Gotta leave you all behind and take my prize
Mama, ooo – (any way the ball blows)
he don’t want to cry
but mirror never lies crissy this is all
I see a little silhouette-o of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, hay que pararlo
civil o criminal — very, very Undiani Mallenqui
Ahí va Leo, Ahí va Leo,
Ahí va Leo, Ahí va Leo,
Ahí va Leo, y mete gol — magnifico!
I’m just the handsome, nobody loves me
He’s just the handsome , the famous and the rich
he thinks he is a victim of envy
Easy come easy gol — will you give me the ball?
Inyustisia! No! We will not give you the ball! — Golden ball!
Inyustisia! We will not give you the ball! — Golden ball!
Inyustisia! We will not give you the ball! — Golden ball!
Will not give you the ball! — give you the ball! Never!
give you the ball! — give the ball!
give you the ball! — ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh Mama mia, Mama mia, Mama mia! where´s my ball!
Marcabú has a prize that´s only for me!
for me!
for me!!
So you think you can stop me and touch my eye
So you think you can ignore me and insult everytime
Oh baby — can’t do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out — just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me