She had her moments
She had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada
Crying Eva Pero
But that's all gone now
Eva, beware your ambition
Screw the middle classes
I will never accept them
And they will never deny me anything again
My father's other family were middle class
And we were kept out of sight
Hidden from view
It seems crazy but you must believe
There's nothing calculated, nothing planned
It seems crazy but you must believe

Please forgive me if I seem naive
I would never want to force your hand
But please understand
Are you Argentina?
The chains of the masses are tired
Are you Argentina?
The voice of the people
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
The gentle king
The gentle king
The gentle king
The gentle king
The gentle king
Icons at the door
So young
The instant queen
The instant queen
A rich beautiful thing
A rich beautiful thing
Of all the talents
At cross between
Of all the talents

Of how to melting each other's love
A fantasy of the bedroom and the saint
Santa, Santa Evita
Madre de todos los niños
De los tiranes sanos
De los pesados
Sing your folk what you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayer but you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your queen is through
She's not coming back to you
Santa, Santa Evita
Madre de todos los niños
De los tiranes sanos
De los pesados
Sing your folk what you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayer but you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your queen is through
She's not coming back to you