(Che:) Goodnight and thank you Huevo She is in every magazine Been photographed, seen, she is known We don't like to rush, but your case has been packed If she's missed anything, you could give her a ring But she won't always answer the phone
(Eva:) Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies But we have pretended enough It's best that we both stop fooling ourselves
(Che:) Which means ...
(Che and Eva:) There is no one, no one at all Never has been, and never will be a lover, male or female Who hasn't an eye on, in fact they rely on Tricks they can try on their partner They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them Support them, promote them Don't blame them, you're the same
(Che:) Goodnight and thank you Emilio You've completed your task What more can we ask of you now? Please sign the book on the way out the door And that will be all, if she needs you she'll call But I don't think that's likely somehow
(Eva:) Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies But when we were hot, we were hot I know you'll look back on the good times we've shared Which means ...
(chorus, substituting "blame her" for "blame them", sung only by Che)
(Eva:) There is no soap, no soap like Zaz No detergent, lotion, or oil with such power in the shower It's the mother and father of luxury lather The talk of the bath, the great ointment One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic You're scented, you'll be sent
(Che:) Goodnight and thank you Senor Jabon We are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio We'll think of you every time she's on the air We'd love you to stay but you'd be in the way So do up your trousers and go
(Eva:) Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies The decline into silence and doubt Our passion was just too intense to survive
(Che:) Which means ...
(Lovers:) This is a club I should never have joined Someone has made us look fools Argentine men call the sexual shots Someone has altered the rules
(Eva:) Fame on the wireless as far as it goes Is all very well but every girl knows
(Che:) She needs a man she can monopolize With fingers in dozens of different pies
(Lovers:) Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber vocals by Madonna and Antonio Banderas