Oh What a Circus

                                  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

Show business kept us all alive

Since 17 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

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 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 Peron

Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva

Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes

O clemens o pia

(A non-descript GIRL moves through the pageantry of the

Funeral. She sings as the voice of the dead Evita)



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 o my people

And when it's your turn to die you'll remember

They fired those cannons, sang 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



It's our funeral too