Oh What A Circus

Oh What A Circus - Andrew Lloyd Webber/Rachel Zegler/Diego Andres Rodriguez

Lyrics by：Tim Rice

Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice

Produced by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Adam Fisher/Alan Williams/Jamie Lloyd/Lee McCutcheon

Oh what a circus

Oh what a show

Argentina has gone to town

Over the death of an actress called Eva Perón

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 Perón

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 Perón"

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

Salve Regina Mater misericordiæ

Vita dulcedo et spes nostra

Salve salve Regina

Ad te clamamus exsules filii Evae

Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes

O clemens O pia

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

And who am I who dares to keep

His head held high while millions weep

Why the exception to the rule?

Opportunist? Traitor? Fool?

Or just a man who grew and saw

From seventeen to twenty-four

His country bled

Crucified

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 Mater misericordiæ

Vita dulcedo et spes nostra salve

Salve salve Regina Perón

Ad te clamamus exsules filii Evae

Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes

O clemens O pia

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

O 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