Andrew Lloyd Webber - Oh What A Circus Lyrics
Ché:Oh what a circus, oh what a showArgentina has gone to townOver the death of an actress called Eva Péron.We've all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all nightFalling over ourselves to get all of the misery rightOh what an exit, that's how to go.When they're ringing your curtain downDemand to be buried like Eva PéronIt's quite a sunset and good for the country in a roundabout wayWe've made the front page of all the world's papers todayBut 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 styleThe best show in town was the crowdOutside the Casa Rosada crying "Eva Péron"But that's all gone nowAs soon as the smoke from the funeral clearsWe're all gonna see how she did nothing for yearsSalve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve reginaAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o piaYou let down your people, EvitaYou were supposed to have been immortalThat's all they wanted, not much to ask forBut in the end, you could not deliverSing, you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughShe's not coming back to youShow business kept us all aliveSince 17 October 1945But the star has gone, the glamor's worn thinThat's a pretty bad state for a state to be inInstead of government, we had a stageInstead of ideas, a prima donna's rageInstead of help, we were given a crowdShe didn't say much but she said it loudWho am I who dares to keepHis head held high while millions weepWhy the exception to the ruleOpportunist, traitor, foolOr just a man who grew and saw from 17 to 24His country bled, crucifiedShe's not the only one who's diedSing, you fools, but you got it wrongEnjoy your prayers because you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your king is throughShe's not coming back to youSalve regina mater misericordiaeVita dulcedo et spes nostraSalve salve regina PéronAd te clamamus exules filii EvaAd te suspiramus gementes et flentesO clemens o piaEva:Don't cry for me, ArgentinaFor I am ordinary, unimportantAnd undeserving of such attentionUnless we all are, I think we all areRide on my train, all my peopleAnd when it's your turn to die, you'll rememberThey fired those cannons, sang lamentationsNot just for Eva, for ArgentinaNot just for Eva, for everybodySo share my glory, so share my coffinSo share my glory, so share my coffinChé:It's our funeral, too
