Oh! What A Circus

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 Oh what a circus, oh what a show, Argentina has gone to town Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron They've all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all night Falling over themselves 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 pages 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? 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 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 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 Salve regina mater misericordiae (Oh what a circus) Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve salve regina Peron (Oh what a show) Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva (You've let down your people) Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes o clemens o pia (Your people Evita, Evita) Salve regina mater misericordiae Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve salve regina Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva (You've let down your people) Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes o clemens o pia (Your people Evita, Evita) Salve, salve regina