Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh! What a Circus, artist - The Colored MusicDate of issue: 30.04.2010
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 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 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 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 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 |
| Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy |
| Our life, sweetness, and hope |
| Hail, hail, oh queen |
| To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve |
| To you we sigh, mourning and weeping |
| Oh clement, oh loving one |
| 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 |
| And she’s not coming back to you |
| Show business 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 prima donna’s rage |
| Instead of help 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 Peron |
| 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 |