Oh, what a circus

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 bringing 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

[Ensemble]
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

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've 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

Show business kept us all alive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the story's 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

And who am I who dares to keep
His head held high while millions weep?
Why the exception to the rule?
Opportunist, traitor, fool

Or just a man who grew and saw
From seventeen to twenty-four
His country bled, crucified
She's not the only one who's died

Sing you fools but, you've 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

[Ensemble]
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clemamus 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

Ride on my train oh, my people
And when it's your turn to die
You'll remember
They find those cannons sing lamentations

Not just for Eva for Argentina
Not just for Eva for everybody

So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin

[Che]
It's our funeral too
Now Eva Peron had every disadvantage
You need if you're gonna succeed
No money, no class, no father, no bright lights
There was nowhere she'd been at the age of fifteen
As this tango singer found out, a tango singer
Augustine Migaldi
Who has the distinction of being
The first man to be of use to Eva Duerte