Julie Covington - Eva’s Final Broadcast lyrics
[Julie Covington - Eva’s Final Broadcast lyrics]
That was the over the top
Unacceptable suggestion
We didn't approve, but we couldn't prevent
The games of the wife of the president
But to give her pretensions encouragement!
She's out of her depth and
It's out of the question
Forgive my intrusion Evita
I just have to see
How you admit you have lost
A brand new experience! We got it set up!
We fixed you a broadcast
And you're so good on the air!
The actress hasn't learned the lines
You'd like to hear
How could she feel defeated
By such cringing mediocrities?
She's sad for her country
Sad to be defeated by her own weak body
She's sad for her people
She hopes they will know she
Did not betray them
I want to tell the people of Argentina
I've decided I should decline
All the honors and titles you've
Pressed me to take for I'm contented
Let me simply go on
As the woman who brings her people
To the heart of Perón!
Don't cry for me Argentina
For the truth is I shall not leave you
Though it may get harder for you to see me
I'm Argentina and always will be
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think
Of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true
Unacceptable suggestion
We didn't approve, but we couldn't prevent
The games of the wife of the president
But to give her pretensions encouragement!
She's out of her depth and
It's out of the question
Forgive my intrusion Evita
I just have to see
How you admit you have lost
A brand new experience! We got it set up!
We fixed you a broadcast
And you're so good on the air!
The actress hasn't learned the lines
You'd like to hear
How could she feel defeated
By such cringing mediocrities?
She's sad for her country
Sad to be defeated by her own weak body
She's sad for her people
She hopes they will know she
Did not betray them
I want to tell the people of Argentina
I've decided I should decline
All the honors and titles you've
Pressed me to take for I'm contented
Let me simply go on
As the woman who brings her people
To the heart of Perón!
Don't cry for me Argentina
For the truth is I shall not leave you
Though it may get harder for you to see me
I'm Argentina and always will be
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think
Of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true