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 I noticed there wasn’t a chair
I sat on a 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 up to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird has flown
So I lit a fire
Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?