(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 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 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