Evita

Theater Manager:
It is my sad duty to inform you that Eva Peron, spiritual leader of the nation, entered immortality at 20:25 today.

Che:
Oh, what a circus. Oh, what a show. Argentina has gone to town over the death of an actress called Eva Peron. We've all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all night, falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right! Oh, what an exit. That's how to go. When they're ringing your curtain down, demand to be buried like Eva Peron. it's quite a sunset, and good for the country in a round-about way. We've made the front page of all the world's papers today! But who is this Santa Evita? Why all this howling hysterical sorrow? What kind of goddess has lived among us? How will we ever get by without her? She had her moments. She had some style. The best show in town was the crowd outside the Casa Rosada crying "Eva Peron!" But that's all gone now. As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears, we're all gonna see, and how, she did nothing for years! You let down your people, Evita. You were supposed to have been immortal. That's all they wanted. Not much to ask for. But in the end, you could not deliver. Sing you fools but you've got it wrong, enjoy your prayers cause you haven't got long, your queen is dead, your king is through, she's not coming back to you. Show business kept us all alive since 17 October 1945. But the star has gone, the glamour'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 help, we were given a crowd. She didn't say much, but she said it loud. Sing you fools, but you've 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!

Evita:
Don't cry for me, Argentina. For I am ordinary, unimportant and undeserving of such attention, unless we all are. I think we all are. So, share my glory. So, share my coffin. So, share my glory. So, share my coffin.

Che:
It's our funeral, too.

Che:
Now, Eva Peron had every disadvantage you need if you're gonna succeed. No money, no cash, no father, no bright light. There was nowhere she'd been at the age of fifteen, as this tango singer found out. A tango singer --Augustin Magaldi, who has the distinction of being the first man to be of use to Eva Duarte.

Magaldi:
On this night of a thousand stars, let me take you to heaven's door, where the music of love's guitar plays forever more.

Evita:
To think that a man as famous as you are could love a poor little nothing like me. I want to be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires, Big Apple!

Che:
Just listen to that, they're on to you, Magaldi. I'd get out while you can.

Eva:
It's happened at last, I'm starting to get started. I'm moving out with my man.

Eva:
Monotony past, sububia departed. Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond?

Eva's Brother:
Do all your one-night stands give you this trouble?

Magaldi:
Eva, beware of the city. It's hungry and cold, can't be controlled, it is mad. Those who are fools are swallowed up whole and those who are not become what they should not become: changed. In short, they go bad.

Eva:
Bad is good for me. I'm bored, so clean and so ignored I've only been predictable, respectable! Birds fly out of here so why oh why oh why the hell can't I? I only want variety of society!

Magaldi:
Eva beware your ambition. It's hungry and cold, can't be controlled, will run wild. This in a man is danger enough, but you are a woman. Not even a woman, not very much more than a child and whatever you say, I'll not steal you away.

Eva:
What's new, Buenos Aires? I'm new! I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you! You'll be on me, too! I get out here, Buenos Aires! Stand back, you outta know what you're gonna get in me, Just a little touch of star quality.

Eva:
And if ever I go too far, it's because of the things you are. Beautiful town, I love you.

Eva:
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.

Eva:
Don't cry for me, Argentina! The truth is, I never left you! All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise, Don't keep your distance.

Eva:
I am only a simple woman who lives to serve Peron in his noble crusade to rescue his people! I was once as you are now, and I promise you this: we will take these riches from the Oligarchs--only for you--for all of you! One day you too will inherit these treasures! Descamisados! When they fire those cannons, when the crowds sing of glory, it is not just for Peron, but for all of us! For all of us!

Che:
This has really been your year, Miss Duarte. Tell us where you go from here, Miss Duarte. What are the roles that you yearn to play? Who did you sleep--dine with yesterday?

Eva:
Acting is limiting. The line's not mine and that's no help to the Argentine.

Soldiers:
Peron is a fool, breaking every taboo, installing the girl in the army H.Q. And she's an actress! The last straw! Her only good parts are between her thighs.

Evita:
I don't really think I need the reasons why I won't succeed. I have done. Let's get this show on the road. Let's make it obvious Peron is off and rolling.

Eva:
Did you hear that? They called me a whore! They actually called me a whore!

Italian Admiral:
But, Señora Perón, it's an easy mistake. I'm still called an admiral, though I gave up the sea long ago.