(Che:)Oh what a circus, oh what a showArgentina has gone to townOver the death of an actress called Eva PeronWe've all gone crazyMourning all day and mourning all nightFalling over ourselves to get all of the misery rightOh what an exit, that's how to goWhen they're ringing your curtain downDemand to be buried like Eva PeronIt's quite a sunsetAnd good for the country in a roundabout wayWe've made the front page of all the world's papers todayBut who is this Santa Evita?Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?What kind of goddess has lived among us?How will we ever get by without her?She had her moments, she had some styleThe best show in town was the crowdOutside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"But that's all gone nowAs soon as the smoke from the funeral clearsWe're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years(Crowd:)Salve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve reginaAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o piaHail, oh queen, mother of mercyOur life, sweetness, and hopeHail, hail, oh queenTo you we cry, exiled sons of EveTo you we sigh, mourning and weepingOh clement, oh loving one(Che:)You let down your people EvitaYou were supposed to have been immortalThat's all they wanted, not much to ask forBut in the end you could not deliverSing you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughAnd she's not coming back to youShow business kept us all aliveSince seventeen October 1945But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thinThat's a pretty bad state for a state to be inInstead of government we had a stageInstead of ideas, a prima donna's rageInstead of help we were given a crowdShe didn't say much, but she said it loudSing you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughShe's not coming back to you(Crowd:)Salve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve regina PeronAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o pia(Eva:)Don't cry for me ArgentinaFor I am ordinary, unimportantAnd undeserving of such attentionUnless we all are, I think we all areSo share my glory, so share my coffinSo share my glory, so share my coffin(Che:)
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(Che:)
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
Oh what an exit, that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?
She had her moments, she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years
(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia
Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our life, sweetness, and hope
Hail, hail, oh queen
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh clement, oh loving one
(Che:)
You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver
Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us all alive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in
Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it loud
Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you
(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia
(Eva:)
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unless we all are, I think we all are
So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin
(Che:)
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