Evita

It is my sad duty to inform you

that Eva Perуn, spiritual leader of the nation, entered immortality

at 8:25

this evening.

- You are not welcome here. - He was the father of my children too.

They have a right to see him, to pay their last respects.

You are not his wife. Your children are bastards.

No, no! He's my papa!

Oh what a circus

Oh what a show

Argentina has gone to town

Over the death of an actress

Called Eva Perуn

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 Perуn

It's quite a sunset

And good for the country ln 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 Perуn"

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

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 1 7 October 1 945

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

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

It's our funeral too

Senor Magaldi?

It's seven o' clock. You'll be late.

Now, Eva Perуn

Had every disadvantage

You need if you're going to succeed

No money, no cash

No father, no bright lights

There was nowhere she'd been

At the age of 1 5

As this tango singer found out

Agustin Magaldi

Who has the distinction of being the first

Man to be of use

To Eva Duarte

On this night of 1 000 stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays forever more

In the glow of those twinkling lights

We shall love through eternity

On this night in a million nights

Fly away with me

I never dreamed that a kiss could be as sweet as this

Now I know that it can

I used to wander alone without a love of my own

I was a desperate man

But all my grief disappeared

And all the sorrow I'd feared wasn't there any more

On that magical day When you first came my way, miamor

To think that a man as famous as you are

Could love a poor little nothing like me

I want to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Just listen to that

They're onto you, Magaldi

I'd get out while you can

It's happened at last

I'm starting to get started

I'm moving out with my man

Now, Eva, don't get carried away

Monotony passed, suburbia departed

Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond

Don't hear words that I didn't say

What's that?

You desert the girl you love?

The girl I love?

What are you talking about?

She really brightened up your out of town engagement

She gave you all she had She wasn't in your contract

You must be quite relieved

That no one's told the papers

So far

I want to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Would I have done

What I did

If I hadn't thought

If I hadn't known

We would stay together?

Seems to me there's no point in resisting

She's made up her mind, you've no choice

Why don't you be the man who discovered her?

You'll never be remembered for your voice

The city can be paradise

For those who have the cash

The class and the connections

What you need to make a splash

The likes of you get swept up

In the morning with the trash

If you were rich or middle class...

Screw the middle classes

I will never accept them

My father's other family were middle class

And we were kept out of sight

Hidden from view at his funeral

Do all your one night stands

Give you this trouble?

Eva, beware of the city

It's hungry and cold

Can't be controlled

It is mad

Those who are fools are swallowed up whole

And those who are not become

What they should not become

Changed, in short they go bad

Bad is good for me

I'm bored, so clean and so ignored

I've only been predictable, respectable

Birds fly out of here So why, oh why, oh why the hell can't l?

I only want variety of society

I want to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Five years from now I shall come back

And finally say You have your way

Come to town

But you'll look at me with a foreigner's eyes

The magical city

A younger girl's city

A fantasy long since put down

All you've done to me Was that a young girl's fantasy?

I played your city games all right, didn't l?

I already know what cooks

How the dirty city feels and looks

I tasted it last night, didn't l?

Eva, beware your ambition

It's hungry and cold

Can't be controlled, will run wild

This in a man is danger enough

But you are a woman

Not even a woman

Not very much more than a child

And whatever you say I'll not steal you away

What's new, Buenos Aires?

I'm new I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you

You'll be on me too

I get out here, Buenos Aires

Stand back

You oughta know What you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

Fill me up with your heat With your noise, with your dirt, overdo me

Let me dance to your beat Make it loud, let it hurt, run it through me

Don't hold back You are certain to impress

Tell the driver this is where I'm staying

Get this! Just look at me Dressed up somewhere to go

We'll put on a show

Take me in at your flood, give me speed Give me lights, set me humming

Shoot me up with your blood Wine me up with your nights

Watch me coming

All I want is a whole lot of excess

Tell the singer this is where I'm playing

Stand back, Buenos Aires

Because you oughta know What you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

And

If ever I go to far

It's because of the things you are

Beautiful town