Lyrics:

Eva:
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 oughta 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 running 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 light, 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 oughta 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

Ché:
(On the 9th February, 1935 in Buenos Aires, a polo match between a team of leading Argentine players and the touring British side. The British ambassador said he had never seen a social occasion quite like it. Even by the standards of Buenos Aires society, the gathering at the polo ground glittered. The rose and the [?], the hampers from herrods, the clothes, the diamonds, the crystal, the wines, the procession of mannies from England and France. The result of the match, oh yes, the home team won! But, as the British ambassador pointed out, that did not reflect badly on British horsemanship; three of the Argentine players were educated at Eton.)

Eva:
You're a tramp, 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, Nueve de Julio
All I want to know

Stand back, Buenos Aires!
Because!
You oughta 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