Oh! What a Circus - Michael Ball

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