Requiem For Evita / Oh What A Circus - Original Cast Recording/1979

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 burried 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 how

She did nothing for years!

(Salve regina...)

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
Showbusiness kept us all alive
Since seventeen October nineteen fourty-five
But the star is gone
The glamour 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 primadonna'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?
Opertunist? Traitor, fool?
Or just a man, who grew and saw
From seventeen to twenty-four
His country bled, crusified!
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.

(Salve regina...)

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
Oh, 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
it's our funeral too