ABBA's Greatest Hits: Lyrics and Themes Explored

ABBA's Greatest Hits: A Lyrical Journey

I was cheated by you, and I think you know when. So I made up my mind it must come to an end. Look at me now - will I ever learn? I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control. There's a fire within my soul. Just one look, and I can hear a bell ring. One more look, and I forget everything. Oh oh oh, Mamma Mia, here I go again. My, my, how can I resist ya? Mamma Mia, does it show again? My, my, just how much I've missed ya? Yes, I've been broken-hearted, blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia, now I really know. My, my, I should not have let you go! I was angry and sad when I knew we were through. I can't count all the times I have cried over you. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control. There's a fire within my soul. Just one look, and I can hear a bell ring. One more look, and I forget everything. Oh oh oh oh, Mamma Mia, here I go again. My my, how can I resist ya? Mamma Mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed ya? Yes, I've been broken-hearted, blue, since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia, now I really know. My my, I should not have let you go.

I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything. If you see the wonder of a fairytale, you can take the future, even if you fail. I believe in angels, something good in everything I see. I believe in angels when I know the time is right for me. I'll cross the stream. I have a dream. I have a dream, a fantasy, to help me through reality. And my destination makes it worth the while, pushing through the darkness, still another mile. I believe in angels, something good in everything I see. I believe in angels when I know the time is right for me. I'll cross the stream. I have a dream. I'll cross the stream.

Ooh ooh, you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, ooh, ooh. See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen... Friday nights and the lights are low, looking out for a place to go - where they play the right music, getting in the swing. You come to look for a king - anybody can be that guy. Night is young, and the music's high. With a bit of rock music, everything is fine. You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get the chance, you are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine.

I can still recall our last summer. I still see it all. Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain. Our last summer, memories that remain. We made our way along the river, and we sat down on the grass by the Eiffel Tower. I was so happy we had met. It was the age of no regret. Oh yes, those crazy years, that was the time of the flower power. But underneath we had a fear of flying, of growing old, a fear of slowly dying. We took our chance like we were dancing our last dance. I can still recall our last summer. I still see it all in the tourist jam around the Notre Dame. Our last summer, walking hand in hand. Paris restaurants, our last summer, morning croissants, living for the day, worries far away. Our last summer, we could laugh and play.