[ Featuring Thomas Silvestri ]
I once had a boy, or should I say, he once had me
He showed me his room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood
He asked me to stay and he 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 he said, "It's time for bed"
He told me he worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told him 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
