She had her moments,
she had some style.
Best show in town was the crowd.
Outside the
Casa
Rosada, crying
Eva
Perón.
But that's all gone now.
Ava, beware your ambition!
Screw the middle classes,
I will never accept them
And they will never deny
me anything again
My father's other family
were middle class
And we were kept out of sight,
hidden from view
It seems crazy,
but you must believe
There's nothing calculated,
nothing planned
Please forgive me if I seem naïve
I would never want to force your hand
But please understand
A new
Argentina, the chains of the past is untied.
A new
Argentina, the voice of the people.
Let our faith and love not fade.
Let us not fade.
I'm flying at dawn, so young, the instant queen,
a rich, beautiful thing, of all the
talents, a cross between,
a fantasy of the bedroom and the saint.
Santa,
Santa
Evita
Madre de todos los niños
De los tiranesados
De los desgraciados
Sing, you fools,
but you haven't 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
Madre de todos los niños
De los tiranesados
De los desgraciados
Sing, you fools,
but you haven't it wrong
Enjoy your cares,
because you haven't got long
Your twin is dead, your pig is poor
She's not coming back to you