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 off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke
I was alone;
this bird had flown.

So I lit a fire,
isn't it good
Norwegian wood