Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm moving out with my man

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

At the age of 15

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

What a fortunate coincidence

There again we could be foolish

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

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

I never expected it to

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

Anyone's cause but your own?

To see us six feet underground.

Can't think why

Did you hear that? They called me a whore

But all you have to do

Who hasn't an eye on

And always will be

You're losing speed

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

Where am I going to?

But I don't think that's likely somehow

We've all gone crazy

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

Frightened you'll slip away

But fine as those sentiments sound

I only want variety of society

The talk of the bath The great ointment

You were supposed to have been immortal

So what happens now?

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

That I'm immune to gloom

But on the other hand

It wasn't on the schedule anyhow

You've completed your task

Plays for evermore

You're losing strength Not style

She's not a bauble

And one day you too will inherit these treasures!

She should stare at the ceiling Not reach for the skies

A shame you did it all

A magical moment or two

Creeping home before it gets too light

There was a military coup

Taking breakfast in bed

For someone on top of the world

Maybe you're my reward

What happens now?

...a qualified yes!

And those who are not become

Since 17 October 1945.

Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

It's happened at last

Even if you asked her to be

For a week or even two

Example: gave us back our businesses

All to join in the singalong…

So young, the instant queen

Dressed up somewhere to go

I tasted it last night, didn't I?

By Argentine glory

That's how we get The government we deserve.

Support them, promote them

And with chaos installed

Where the music of love's guitars

She had some style

You can cry for a body...

Backs to the wall!

Which means...!

What is 20 next to millions who

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

The greatest social climber since Cinderella.