[Aristocrats]
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of state are her latest play:
Eight shows a week, two matinee
My, how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?
My, how the worm begins to turn
When will the chorus girl ever learn?

[Eva]
The chorus girl hasn’t learned the lines you’d like to hear
She won’t go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted
By making donations just large enough
To the correct charities
She won’t be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropy
Even if you asked her to be
As you should have asked her to be

The actress hasn’t learned the lines you’d like to hear
She won’t join your clubs, she won’t dance in your halls
She won’t help the hungry once a month at your tambolas –
She’ll simply take control as
You disappear

[Che]
Forgive my intrusion, but here in this neat little can:
I have a product to change your conception of man
A brand new insecticide, a remarkable chemical feat
Instantly rendering other insecticides obsolete

[Eva]
Licensing slaughter of insects is hardly my mission!

[Chorus]
Goodnight and thank you, whoever!
We’ve no time for you, but one thing we do emphasize:
It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good
The news may be bad for one Argentine lad
But it’s good news for Argentine flies