[Intro]
N.C
Salve regina, mater misericordiae
vita dulcedo et spes nostra
salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Verse 1]
[D] Oh, what a circus, oh what a s[G]how,
Argentina has gone to t[A]own,
over the death of an actress called E[D]va Peron.
We've all gon[Bm]e crazy, mourning all day and m[E]ourning all night
falling over ourselves to get a[A]ll [E] of the misery r[A]ight.
[Verse 2]
[D] Oh, what an exit, that's how t[G]o go!
When they're ringing your curtain[A] down
demand to be buried like [D]Eva Peron.
It's quite [Bm]a sunset, and good for the country in a[E] roundabout way
we've made the front pages o[A]f all[E] the world's paper[A]s today.
But wh[D]o is this Santa Evita?
Why all this h[G]owling hyst[D]erical s[G]orr[D]ow?
What kind of g[A]oddess has lived a[Bm]mong us?
How will we [D]ever get by with[G]out her?
[Chorus]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra, salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Verse 3]
[D] She had her moments, she had some st[G]yle
the best show in town was the cr[A]owd
outside the Casa Rosada crying "[D]Eva Peron"
But that's all [Bm]gone now, as soon as the smoke from the f[E]uneral clears
we're all gonna see and[A] how[E] she did nothing for [A]years.
You l[D]et down your people, Evita,
you were supp[G]osed to have b[D]een imm[G]ort[D]al
that's all they w[A]anted, not much to [Bm]ask for
but in the [D]end you could not del[G]iver.
[Chorus]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra, salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Outro]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra,
salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
N.C
Salve regina, mater misericordiae
vita dulcedo et spes nostra
salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Verse 1]
[D] Oh, what a circus, oh what a s[G]how,
Argentina has gone to t[A]own,
over the death of an actress called E[D]va Peron.
We've all gon[Bm]e crazy, mourning all day and m[E]ourning all night
falling over ourselves to get a[A]ll [E] of the misery r[A]ight.
[Verse 2]
[D] Oh, what an exit, that's how t[G]o go!
When they're ringing your curtain[A] down
demand to be buried like [D]Eva Peron.
It's quite [Bm]a sunset, and good for the country in a[E] roundabout way
we've made the front pages o[A]f all[E] the world's paper[A]s today.
But wh[D]o is this Santa Evita?
Why all this h[G]owling hyst[D]erical s[G]orr[D]ow?
What kind of g[A]oddess has lived a[Bm]mong us?
How will we [D]ever get by with[G]out her?
[Chorus]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra, salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Verse 3]
[D] She had her moments, she had some st[G]yle
the best show in town was the cr[A]owd
outside the Casa Rosada crying "[D]Eva Peron"
But that's all [Bm]gone now, as soon as the smoke from the f[E]uneral clears
we're all gonna see and[A] how[E] she did nothing for [A]years.
You l[D]et down your people, Evita,
you were supp[G]osed to have b[D]een imm[G]ort[D]al
that's all they w[A]anted, not much to [Bm]ask for
but in the [D]end you could not del[G]iver.
[Chorus]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra, salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
[Outro]
S[D]alve regina, mater miseric[G]ordiae,
vita dulcedo et spes n[D]ostra,
salve, salve, regina!
Ad te cla[Bm]mamus exules filii [E]Eva
Ad te suspiramus gem[A]entes et fl[E]entes
o clemens, o [A]pia.
