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'''Ché:'''
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an acress called Eva Péron.
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 burried like Eva Péron
It's quite a sunset and good for the country in aroundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers to day
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 Casa Rosade crying "Eva Péron"
But that's all gone now and soon As the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gone see and how she did nothing for years
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 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
Showbusiness 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 primadonna's rage
Instead of hope, 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
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Péron
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
'''Ché:'''
It's our funeral too