| Line | Answer | Words |
| Is this the real life?.. | |
| Caught in a landslide.. | |
| Open your eyes.. | |
| I'm just a poor boy | |
| Cause I'm easy come, easy go | |
| Anyway the wind blows | |
| Mama | |
| Put a gun against his head | |
| Mama | |
| But now I've gone and | |
| Mama, oooooooohhh | |
| If I'm not back again | |
| Carry on, carry on | |
| Too late | |
| Sends shivers down my spine | |
| Goodbye everybody | |
| Gotta leave you all behind | |
| Mama, oooooohhhh | |
| I sometimes wish I'd never | |
| -- Guitarist's name -- | |
| I see a little | |
| Scaramouche, scaramouche | |
| Thunderbolt and lightning | |
| | Line | Answer | Words |
| Galileo! | |
| Galileo! | |
| Galileo! | |
| I'm just a poor boy | |
| He's just a poor boy | |
| Spare him his life | |
| Easy come, easy go | |
| Bismillah! No! | |
| Bismillah! No! | |
| Bismillah! No! | |
| Will not let you go | |
| Will not let you go | |
| No no no no | |
| Mama mia, mama mia | |
| Beelzebub has a | |
| For me | |
| So you think you can stone me | |
| So you think you can love me | |
| Oh baby | |
| Just gotta get out | |
| Nothing really matters | |
| Nothing really matters, | |
| Anyway the wind | |
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