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?