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 [bad word] 
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.