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?