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