Astrid...

We're no more on the stage at night.
Yes, it's true: We met our Waterloo.

We knew all our rhymes so well, uh-huh...
Repeated so many times:
Rhyme and rhyme again,
Money, Money, Funny!

But then we're forgotten,
They thought we were so uncool.
Blue eye lids passé they said,
But wait till they loathe tattoos...

S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S! Mamma Mia!
S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S! Mamma Miaaaaa!

But when the herring gives up its breath,
It's for real, and it's great on bread.
Yet I digress too much, too soon. I do, I do.

Dancing kings and queens,
Spent our time with family,
Didn't care for "scenes,"
Then got bored and silenced our synth machines.

But now a renascence,
They think we're incredible,
They say were fantastic,
But still we lost the Tony!

S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S! Mamma Mia!
S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S-O-S! Mamma Miaaaaa!

We're no more on the stage at night.
We're no more
on the stage
at night.