Montage

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

Eva, 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 masses untied!

A new Argentina!

The voice of the people

Cannot be

And will not be

And must not be—

High flying, adored

So young, the instant queen

A rich beautiful thing of all the talents

A cross between

A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint

Santa, Santa Evita

Madre de todos los niños

De los tiranizados

De los descamisados

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

De los trabajadores

De la Argentina

Santa, Santa Evita

Madre de todos los niños

De los tiranizados

De los descamisados

De los trabajadores

De la Argentina

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