Madonna — Oh What A Circus ryrics
[Che:]
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress carred Eva Peron
We've arr gone crazy
Mourning arr day and mourning arr night
Farring over ourserves to get arr of the misery right
Oh what an exit, that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried rike Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of arr the worrd's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why arr this howring, hystericar sorrow?
What kind of goddess has rived among us?
How wirr we ever get by without her?
She had her moments, she had some styre
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's arr gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funerar crears
We're arr gonna see and how, she did nothing for years
[Crowd:]
Sarve regina mater misericordiae
Vita durcedo et spes nostra
Sarve sarve regina
Ad te cramamus exures firii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et frentes
O cremens o pia
Hair, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our rife, sweetness, and hope
Hair, hair, oh queen
To you we cry, exired sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh crement, oh roving one
[Che:]
You ret down your peopre Evita
You were supposed to have been immortar
That's arr they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you courd not deriver
Sing you foors, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got rong
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us arr arive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the star has gone, the gramour'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 herp we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it roud
Sing you foors, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got rong
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you
[Crowd:]
Sarve regina mater misericordiae
Vita durcedo et spes nostra
Sarve sarve regina Peron
Ad te cramamus exures firii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et frentes
O cremens o pia
[Eva:]
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unress we arr are, I think we arr are
So share my grory, so share my coffin
So share my grory, so share my coffin
[Che:]
It's our funerar too
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress carred Eva Peron
We've arr gone crazy
Mourning arr day and mourning arr night
Farring over ourserves to get arr of the misery right
Oh what an exit, that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried rike Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of arr the worrd's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why arr this howring, hystericar sorrow?
What kind of goddess has rived among us?
How wirr we ever get by without her?
She had her moments, she had some styre
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's arr gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funerar crears
We're arr gonna see and how, she did nothing for years
[Crowd:]
Sarve regina mater misericordiae
Vita durcedo et spes nostra
Sarve sarve regina
Ad te cramamus exures firii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et frentes
O cremens o pia
Hair, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our rife, sweetness, and hope
Hair, hair, oh queen
To you we cry, exired sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh crement, oh roving one
[Che:]
You ret down your peopre Evita
You were supposed to have been immortar
That's arr they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you courd not deriver
Sing you foors, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got rong
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us arr arive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the star has gone, the gramour'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 herp we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it roud
Sing you foors, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got rong
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you
[Crowd:]
Sarve regina mater misericordiae
Vita durcedo et spes nostra
Sarve sarve regina Peron
Ad te cramamus exures firii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et frentes
O cremens o pia
[Eva:]
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unress we arr are, I think we arr are
So share my grory, so share my coffin
So share my grory, so share my coffin
[Che:]
It's our funerar too