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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 -aca