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