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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Keyboards
Julie Covington
Julie Covington
Vocals
David Hamilton Smith
David Hamilton Smith
Vocals
London Philharmonic Orchestra
London Philharmonic Orchestra
Orchestra
Brian Odgers
Brian Odgers
Bass Guitar
Mo Foster
Mo Foster
Bass Guitar
Tony Stevens
Tony Stevens
Bass Guitar
Barry Morgan
Barry Morgan
Percussion
Peter Van Hooke
Peter Van Hooke
Percussion
Simon Phillips
Simon Phillips
Percussion
Hank B. Marvin
Hank B. Marvin
Guitar
Henry McCulloch
Henry McCulloch
Guitar
Joe Moretti
Joe Moretti
Guitar
Neil Hubbard
Neil Hubbard
Guitar
Ray Russell
Ray Russell
Guitar
David Snell
David Snell
Harp
Ann Odell
Ann Odell
Keyboards
Mike Moran
Mike Moran
Keyboards
Brian Byrne
Brian Byrne
Vocals
Christopher Neil
Christopher Neil
Vocals
David Hemmings
David Hemmings
Vocals
Jean Hawker
Jean Hawker
Vocals
Larry Walker
Larry Walker
Vocals
Laura Manara
Laura Manara
Vocals
Mike D'Abo
Mike D'Abo
Vocals
Mike Smith
Mike Smith
Vocals
Nicky Hamilton
Nicky Hamilton
Vocals
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Vocals
Stephanie De Sykes
Stephanie De Sykes
Vocals
Terry Wood
Terry Wood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Producer
David Land
David Land
Executive Producer
Dennis Blackham
Dennis Blackham
Mastering Engineer
David Hamilton Smith
David Hamilton Smith
Engineer
Anton Matthews
Anton Matthews
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeremy Gee
Jeremy Gee
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

What's new, Buenos Aires?
I'm new—I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too!
I get out here, Buenos Aires
Stand back—you oughta know what you're gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat
With your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat
Make it loud, let it hurt running through me
Don't hold back, you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello, Buenos Aires
Get this—just look at me, dressed up, somewhere to go
We'll put on a show!
Take me in at your flood
Give me speed, give me light, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood
Wine me up with your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back, Buenos Aires
Because you oughta know what you're gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town—I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real eiderdown—and silence
You're a tramp, you're a treat
You will shine to the death, you are shoddy
But you're flesh, you are meat
You shall have every breath in my body
Put me down for a lifetime of success
Give me credit, I'll find ways of paying
Rio de la Plata! Florida! Corrientes! Nueve de Julio!
All I want to know
Stand back Buenos Aires
Because you oughta know what you're gonna get in me
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of star quality!
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice
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