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 say and she told me to sit anywhere.
So I look around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rog,
biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked untill 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?