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 of the world,
All of the while that I was parted.
Fair visions of dark rivers,
And green parks.
I was haunted by,
Finally ahead of all the hijinx
That this girl's had to go through
To get back.
To Waterloo Station.