Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh What a Circus , by - Paul BakerRelease date: 30.10.2006
Song language: English
Oh What a Circus |
| Oh what a circus, oh what a show |
| Argentina has gone to town |
| Over the death of an acress called Eva Péron. |
| 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 burried like Eva Péron |
| It’s quite a sunset and good for the country in aroundabout way |
| We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers to day |
| 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 Casa Rosade crying «Eva Péron» |
| But that’s all gone now and soon As the smoke from the funeral clears |
| We’re all gone see and how 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 |
| Sing you fools but you got it wrong |
| Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long |
| Your queen is dead, your king is through |
| She’s not coming back to you |
| Showbusiness kept us all alive |
| Since Seventeen October 1945 |
| But the star has gone, the glamour’s worn thin |
| That’s a pretty bad state for a state to be in |
| Instead of government, we had a stage |
| Instead of ideas, a primadonna’s rage |
| Instead of hope, we were given a crowd |
| She didn’t say much but she said it loud |
| Sing you fools but you got it wrong |
| Enjoy your prayers because you haven’t got long |
| Your queen is dead, your king is through |
| She’s not coming back to you |
| Salve regina mater misericordiae |
| Vita dulcedo et spes nostra |
| Salve salve regina Péron |
| Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva |
| Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes |
| O clemens o pia |
| 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 |
| So share my glory, so share my coffin |
| So share my glory, so share my coffin |
| It’s our funeral too |