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?