Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've all gone crazy

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

And always will be

What happens now?

Frightened you'll slip away

By Argentine glory

It wasn't on the schedule anyhow

But all you have to do

There's nothing more I can think of to say to you

Where am I going to?

So what happens now?

You were supposed to have been immortal

And one day you too will inherit these treasures!

Maybe you're my reward

Turn a blind eye, Evita! Turn a blind eye!

At the age of 15

Creeping home before it gets too light

You can cry for a body...

We weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts.

You're losing speed

I want to be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.

There again we could be foolish

I'm only a radio star with just one weekly show

For a week or even two

Even if you asked her to be

For someone on top of the world

And those who are not become

I never expected it to

Dressed up somewhere to go

Since 17 October 1945.

A magical moment or two

Who hasn't an eye on

Don't cry for me E K A T E R I N A!!!

What a fortunate coincidence

What is 20 next to millions who

You're losing strength Not style

But on the other hand

- Are you here on your own? - Yes. Oh, yes.

That's how we get The government we deserve.

Can't think why

And with chaos installed

So young, the instant queen

But fine as those sentiments sound

She should stare at the ceiling Not reach for the skies

Did you hear that? They called me a whore

You've completed your task

...a qualified yes!

I only want variety of society

- So what happens now? - Another suitcase in another hall.

Taking breakfast in bed

All to join in the singalong…

Backs to the wall!

Example: gave us back our businesses

There was a military coup

Anyone's cause but your own?

Support them, promote them

The greatest social climber since Cinderella.

Which means...!

It's happened at last

The talk of the bath The great ointment

I'm moving out with my man

I tasted it last night, didn't I?

She had some style

Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

To see us six feet underground.

A shame you did it all

But I don't think that's likely somehow

Plays for evermore

Where the music of love's guitars

That I'm immune to gloom

She's not a bauble