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?