(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