| Lyrics: | (Che:)
In June of forty-three there was a military coup
Behind it was a gang called the
G.O.U.
Who did not feel the need to be elected
They had themselves a party at the point
of a gun
They were slightly to the right of Atilla the Hun
A bomb or two and very few
objected
Yeah, just one shell and governments fall like flies, kapow, die
They stumble
and fall, bye bye
Backs to the wall, aim high
We're having a ball
The tank and bullet
rule as democracy dies
The lady's got potential, she was setting her sights
On making
it in movies with her name in lights
The greatest social climber since Cinderella
OK,
she couldn't act but she had the right friends
And we all know a career depends
On knowing
the right fella to be stellar
Yeah, just one shell and governments lose their nerve, kapow,
die
They stumble and fall, bye bye
Backs to the wall, aim high
We're having a
ball
That's how we get the government we deserve
Now the man behind the President
calling the shots
Involved so discreetly in a lot of their plots
Was Colonel Juan Peron,
would be dictator
He began in the army out in Italy so
Saw Mussolini's rise from the
very front row
I reckon he'd do likewise sooner or later
Yeah, just one blast and the
tear gas falls like rain, kapow, die
They haven't a chance, bye bye
The terrorists
advance
But one guy doesn't dirty his hands
Peron was biding time out in the slow
lane
Yeah, suddenly an earthquake hit the town of San Juan, kapow, die
They stumble and
fall, bye bye
Keep away from the wall
But one guy was having a ball
The tragedy, a
golden chance for Peron
He organized a concert with incredible |
