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 going to see how she did nothing for years!
(Chorus)
Hail Queen Mother of Mercy
Life is sweet and our hope
Hail Hail Queen
To you we cry, exiled children of Eve
To you we sigh, groan and cry
O Merciful O Pious
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
(Chorus)
Hail Queen, Mother of Mercy
Life is sweet and our hope
Hail, Queen Peron
To you we cry, the exiles of the children of Eve
To you we sigh and groan and weeping
O merciful, O pious