CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 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 cla**es
I will never accept them
And they will never deny me anything again
My father's other family were middle cla**
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 ma**es 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
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 cla**es
I will never accept them
And they will never deny me anything again
My father's other family were middle cla**
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 ma**es 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