Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is 20 next to millions who

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

Can't think why

Anyone's cause but your own?

For someone on top of the world

Taking breakfast in bed

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

A shame you did it all

For a week or even two

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

To see us six feet underground.

I never expected it to

A magical moment or two

It wasn't on the schedule anyhow

Support them, promote them

We've all gone crazy

...a qualified yes!

And with chaos installed

Frightened you'll slip away

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

What a fortunate coincidence

Example: gave us back our businesses

Maybe you're my reward

But fine as those sentiments sound

So what happens now?

By Argentine glory

Which means...!

What happens now?

Since 17 October 1945.

So young, the instant queen

All to join in the singalong…

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

There again we could be foolish

Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

Creeping home before it gets too light

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays for evermore

At the age of 15

The talk of the bath The great ointment

But on the other hand

You've completed your task

There was a military coup

But all you have to do

Even if you asked her to be

The greatest social climber since Cinderella.

That's how we get The government we deserve.

You were supposed to have been immortal

Backs to the wall!

I'm moving out with my man

I only want variety of society

She should stare at the ceiling Not reach for the skies

It's happened at last

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

Where am I going to?

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

You can cry for a body...

And always will be

I tasted it last night, didn't I?

But I don't think that's likely somehow

She's not a bauble

She had some style

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

Who hasn't an eye on

And one day you too will inherit these treasures!

And those who are not become

You're losing speed

You're losing strength Not style

Did you hear that? They called me a whore

That I'm immune to gloom

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

Dressed up somewhere to go