| Oh what a circus! |
| Oh what a show!
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| Argentina has gone to town
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| Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
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| We’ve all gone crazy
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| Mourning all day and mourning all night
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| Falling over ourselves to get all, of the misery right
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| Oh what an exit! |
| That’s how to go!
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| When they’re ringing your curtain down
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| Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
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| It’s quite a sunset
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| And good for the country in a roundabout way
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| We’ve made the front pages of all, the world’s papers today
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| But who is this Santa Evita?
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| Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?
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| What kind of goddess has lived among us?
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| How will we ever get by without her?
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| She had her moments--she had some style
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| The best show in town was the crowd
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| Outside the Casa Rosada crying, «Eva Peron»
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| But that’s all gone now
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| As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
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| We’re all gonna see and howl, she did nothing for years!
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| Salve regina mater misericordiae
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| Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
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| Salve salve regina
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| Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
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| Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
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| O clemens o pia
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| You let down your people Evita
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| You were supposed to have been immortal
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| That’s all they wanted
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| Not much to ask for
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| But in the end you could not deliver
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| Salve regina mater misericordiae
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| Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
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| Salve salve regina Peron
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| Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
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| Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
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| O clemens o pia |