(Che:) 
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 

(Crowd:) 
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 


(Che:) 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 

(Eva:) 
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 

(Che:) 
It's our funeral too