Waterloo

A ABBA, con el cariño y la nostalgia

que despierta en mí el genial cuarteto

cuyo esquema métrico tan perfecto

es buena cura para la neuralgia

My, my

At Waterloo, Anthony did surrender

Oh yeah

And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

The history book on the left

Is always repeating itself

Waterloo, Spain was defeated, Pudgi won the war

Waterloo, Pete promises to love him forevermore

Waterloo, we couldn’t escape if he wanted to

Waterloo, knowing my nose is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo, finally fucking my Waterloo

My, my

I tried to hold you back but he was stronger

Oh yeah

And now it seems my only chance is losing the fight

And how could I ever refuse?

I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo, Spain was defeated, Pudgi won the war

Waterloo, Pete promises to love him forevermore

Waterloo, we couldn’t escape if he wanted to

Waterloo, knowing my nose is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo, finally fucking my Waterloo

So how could I ever refuse?

I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo, we couldn’t escape if he wanted to

Waterloo, knowing my nose is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo, finally fucking my Waterloo, ooh

Waterloo, knowing my nose is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo, finally fucking my Waterloo, ooh

Waterloo, knowing my nose is to be with you