Don’t cry for me, Kiwi voters

Eva Peron –

It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I’ve done
You won’t believe me, all you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she’s now on the world stage
Still has only two pairs of shoe

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel
Wrapping fish and chips, staying out of the sun
So I chose socialism, running around trying everything new
But nothing succeeded at all
I never expected it to

Don’t cry for me, Kiwi voters
The truth is, it’s not about you
All through my wild days
My mad campaign time
I made my promises, don’t expect I’ll keep them

And as for fortune, and as for fame
I told Andrew to keep his job
Though it seemed to the world it was all I desired
My team lets me down, they’re not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
A country, well run by John Key

Don’t cry for me, Kiwi voters

Don’t cry for me, Kiwi voters
The truth is, the Labour Party
All through campaign days
Our slogans spouting
We made wild promises, don’t expect fulfilment

Have I said too much?
There’s so much more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to wonder if any word is true.

With sincere thanks, and humble apologies, to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice

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Dr Seuss may have been describing WH when he wrote, “He was shortish. And oldish. And brownish. And mossy. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy.”  WH, however, is tallish and only just fits in his MG.