| 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? |