| In June of forty-three there was a military coup
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| Behind it was a gang called the G.O.U.
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| Who did not feel the need to be elected
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| They had themselves a party at the point of a gun
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| They were slightly to the right of Atilla the Hun
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| A bomb or two and very few objected
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| Yeah, just one shell and governments fall like flies, kapow, die
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| They stumble and fall, bye bye
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| Backs to the wall, aim high
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| We’re having a ball
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| The tank and bullet rule as democracy dies
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| The lady’s got potential, she was setting her sights
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| On making it in movies with her name in lights
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| The greatest social climber since Cinderella
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| OK, she couldn’t act but she had the right friends
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| And we all know a career depends
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| On knowing the right fella to be stellar
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| Yeah, just one shell and governments lose their nerve, kapow, die
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| They stumble and fall, bye bye
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| Backs to the wall, aim high
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| We’re having a ball
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| That’s how we get the government we deserve
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| Now the man behind the President calling the shots
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| Involved so discreetly in a lot of their plots
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| Was Colonel Juan Peron, would be dictator
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| He began in the army out in Italy so Saw Mussolini’s rise from the very front row
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| I reckon he’d do likewise sooner or later
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| Yeah, just one blast and the tear gas falls like rain, kapow, die
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| They haven’t a chance, bye bye
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| The terrorists advance
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| But one guy doesn’t dirty his hands
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| Peron was biding time out in the slow lane
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| Yeah, suddenly an earthquake hit the town of San Juan, kapow, die
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| They stumble and fall, bye bye
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| Keep away from the wall
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| But one guy was having a ball
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| The tragedy, a golden chance for Peron
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| He organized a concert with incredible flair
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| In aid of all the victims, such a grand affair
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| Politicians, actors, stars of every flavor
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| It was January twenty-second, 1944
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| A night to remember, yeah, that’s for sure
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| For that’s the night that Peron first met Eva
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| For that’s the night that Peron first met Eva |