Oslo in the summertime, nobody can fall asleep
I m staring out the window from my bed
At 4 AM the sun is up 
Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds 
And with crows all cackling

Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate 
Me and Nina making fun of footballers  [bad word] Neilson Plass
I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses
Who shake their [bad word] at a loss
Oslo in the summertime, the streets are strangely quite 
Because everyone s away on holiday

Oslo in the summertime, Pakistani children play 
Locked inside of the courtyard all day
Pretty people everywhere, sun lamp tans and flaxen hair
Just tell the American not to stare