Oh What A Circus - David Essex

Theatre goers:
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 

Che
Oh what a circus, oh what a show.
Argentina has gone to town.
Over the death of an actress called Eva Perron.
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 Perron
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 godess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?

Theatre goers:
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

She had her moments she had some style.
The best show in town was the crowd.
Outside Casa Rosade crying "Eva Perron".

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.

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

Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 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

And who am I who dares to keep
His head held high while millions weep?
Why the exception to the rule?
Opportunist? Traitor? Fool?
Or just a man who grew and saw
From seventeen to twenty-four
His country bled, crucified?
She's not the only one who's died! 

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

Crowd
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 

(A non-descript girl moves through the pageantry of the
Funeral. She sings as the voice of the dead Evita)

Girl(voice of evita)
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
Ride on my train o my people
And when it's your turn to die you'll remember
They fired those cannons, sang lamentations
Not just for Eva, for Argentina
Not just for Eva, for everybody
So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin

Che
It's our funeral too