Soon, beneath the awning of the train station
Soon, amongst the yawning of a great nation
So soon, I will be arriving at Waterloo
Laughing at the joke on poor Napoleon
Whistling a melody fit for Nelson so soon
And of course I'll sing the song by the Kinks
And not the one by ABBA
Waterloo Station, la, la, la la

Many years ago I up and left my homeland
To make my fortune far from England
Had to go far away
The furthest place, Paris, France

Tell all the world
All the while that I was parted
Fair visions of dark rivers
And green parks I was haunted by
Fine again, ahead of all the hijinks
That this girl's had to go through
To get back to Waterloo Station
La, la, la la
La, la, la la