Oh what a circus! Oh what a show!

Argentina has gone to town

Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron

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 buried like Eva Peron

It's quite a sunset

And good for the country in a roundabout way

We've made the front pages 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 Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"

But that's all gone now

As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears

We're all gonna see and howl, 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



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