Oh,
what a circus, oh, what a show.
Argentina has gone to town
over the death of an actress called Eva Perón.
We've all gone crazy,
mourning all day and mourning all night,
falling over ourselves to get on of the misery ride.
Oh,
what an exit,
that's how to go when they're ringing your curtain down.
Demand to be buried like Eva Perón.
It's quite a sunset and good for the country in a roundabout way.
We 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 Rosa,
the crying gave up it all.
But that's all gone now.
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears,
we're all going to see and how.
She did nothing for years.
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 gone long.
Your queen is dead.
Your king is through.
She's not coming back to you.
Show is this kept us all alive since 17 October 1945.
The storm is gone.
The glimmer's went thin.
That's a pretty bad state for a snake to be in.
Instead of government, we had a state.
Instead of ideas, Supreme Madonna'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 17 to 24,
this 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 gone long.
The queen is dead.
The king is through.
She's not coming back to you.
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, all my people,
and when it's your turn to die, you'll remember.
I'm 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.