(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 going to 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      (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   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            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