Walking down the street today I saw a girl across the way
I asked her where she's going and she said: come with me
She took me down this avenue where I met the folks she knew
And there we stopped and chatted and we passed the time away.
Down Waterloo Road, down Waterloo Road
Friday night, Saturday, any night, any day,
you'll find what you're looking for down Waterloo Road.
Going down the cellar where we met this happy feller,
playing cakewalks on his guitar all night long
His picking sound is scratchy, but his music was so catchy
that we all got up and joined him, and we sang this song:
Now the birds are cheeping and we all feel kind of sleepy
The morning tide is rising and the moon has gone
But still the feeling lingers, and still I hear the singers
as I walk along the avenue, and I sing this song: