I once had a girl,
Or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on the rug,
Biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two
And then she said: "It's time for bed."
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh,
I told her, I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire,
Isn't a good Norwegian wood?
