Buenos Aires

Lyrics by：Tim Rice

Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice

Produced by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Adam Fisher/Alan Williams/Jamie Lloyd/Lee McCutcheon

What's new Buenos Aires?

I'm new

I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you

You'll be on me too

I get out here Buenos Aires

Stand back

You ought to know what you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

Fill me up with your heat

With your noise with your dirt

Overdo me

Let me dance to your beat

Make it loud let it hurt

Run it through me

Don't hold back

You are certain to impress

Tell the driver this is where I'm staying

Hello Buenos Aires

Get this

Just look at me dressed up somewhere to go

We'll put on a show

Take me in at your flood

Give me speed give me lights

Set me humming

Shoot me up with your blood

Wine me up with your nights

Watch me coming

All I want is a whole lot of excess

Tell the singer this is where I'm playing

Stand back Buenos Aires

Because you ought to know what you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

And if ever I go too far

It's because of the things you are

Beautiful town I love you

And if I need a moment's rest

Give your lover the very best

Real eiderdown and silence

What makes a city hum?

Who gives it life?

The descamisados

The shirtless ones

The labourers the butchers the dockers

The shuffling workers in the stockyard

In the factory and on the treadmill

Do these people have ambitions views opinions?

They will soon

Don't you just love the smack of firm government?

We all appreciate the invaluable support order and purpose

Provided by the military to our constitution

It will soon be time for the military to be our constitution

Say some

Notably the military

The gathering at the polo ground glitters

The Rollses

The Daimlers

The hampers from Harrods

The clothes

The diamonds

The processions of nannies from England and France

Who on Earth would want to pull the rug out

From under the polished shoes of the cream of Buenos Aires' society?

You're a trap you're a treat

You will shine to the death

You are shoddy

But you're flesh you are meat

You shall have every breath in my body

Put me down for a lifetime of success

Give me credit

I'll find ways of paying

Rio de la Plata

Florida Corrientes 9 de Julio

All I want to know

Stand back Buenos Aires

Because you ought to know what you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of

Just a little touch of

Just a little touch of star quality