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

Then when I awoke, I was alone
This bird had flown
So, I lit a fire
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?