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
