Soon, beneath the awning of the train station Soon, amongst the yawning of a great nation So soon, I'll 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 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 hijinx, That this girl's had to go through To get back to Waterloo Station