I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me?
She showed me her room
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there wasnt a chair
I sat on the rug
Biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two
And then she said, Its time for bed
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didnt and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isnt it good, Norwegian wood?