Ché:
Now, Eva Perón had every disadvantage
You need if you're gonna succeed
No money, no cla**
No father, no bright lights
There was nowhere she'd been at the age of fifteen
As this tango singer found out
A tango singer, Agustin Magaldi
Who has the distinction of being the first
Man to be of use to Eva Duarte
Agustin Magaldi:
On this night of a thousand stars
Let me take you to heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays forever more
In the glow of those twinkling lights
We shall love through eternity
On this night in a million nights
Fly away with me
Now, I never dreamed that a kiss
Could be as sweet as this
Now I know that it can
I used to wander alone
Without a love of my own
I was a desperate man
But all my grief disappeared
And all the sorrow I feared
Wasn't there anymore
On that magical day
When you first came my way, mi amour
On this night...
On this night...
On this night of a thousand stars
Let me take you to heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays forever more
Eva:
To think that a man as famous as you are
Could love a poor little nothing like me
Agustin Magaldi:
The audience here
Are sitting on their hands
Ché:
Listen, chum, face the fact
They don't like your act
Agustin Magaldi:
But this is Junin
If this were Buenos Aires
I'd have that town at my feet
I never ever meet
Members of the public
They tear me apart
Ché:
I understand their feelings
Eva:
I wanna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Chorus:
She wants to be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Ché:
Just listen to that
They're onto 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
Agustin Magaldi:
Now, Eva, don't get carried away
Eva:
Monotony past, suburbia departed
Who could ever get kicks in the back of the sticks
Agustin Magaldi:
Don't hear words that I didn't say
Chorus:
What's that?
You'd desert the girl you love?
Agustin Magaldi:
The girl I love?
What are you talking about?
Chorus:
She really brightened up your out of town engagement
She gave you all she had, she wasn't in your contract
You must be quite relieved that no one's told the papers
So far!
Eva:
I wanna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Would I have done what I did
If I hadn't thought, if I hadn't known
We would stay together
Ché:
Seems to me there's no point in resisting
She's made up her mind, you've no choice
Why don't you be the man who discovered her
You'll never be remembered for your voice
Agustin Magaldi:
The city can be paradise
For those who have the cash
The cla** and the connections
What you need to make a splash
The likes of you get swept up
In the morning with the trash
If you were rich or middle cla**
Eva:
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 at his funeral
If these are the people of Buenos Aires
I welcome the chance to shine in their city
Ché:
Do all your one night stands give you this trouble?
Agustin 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, notoriety
I wanna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Chorus:
She wants be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Agustin Magaldi:
Five years from now I shall come back
And finally say "You have your way, come to town"
But you'll look at me with a foreigner's eyes
The magical city, a younger girl's city
A fantasy long since put down
Eva:
All you've done to me
Was that a young girl's fantasy?
I played your silly games all right, didn't I?
I already know what cooks
How the dirty city feels and looks
I tasted it last night, didn't I?
I'm gonna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Chorus:
She's gonna be a part of B.A.
Buenos Aires, Big Apple
Agustin Magaldi:
Eva, beware your ambition
It's hungry and cold, can't be controlled
Will run wild
This in a man is a 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