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?