On a boat afloat on a treacherous sea,
stood a girl in a coat with a picture of me
in her pocket, in a locket, in the shape of a heart;
how she got there is a tale I shall tell from the start...
I met a woman four years ago on a misty day in May;
I said, "Woman, where're you from?";
she said "I am not from your way - I am from the land of Norway".
I said, "I hear it's beautiful and I'd love to see the fjords,
and ooh, I could say the same of you..."
"Ooh, you've got some charm and I can see you on my arm,
and I can see we're gonna make quite a pair!" (What a pair!)
Norwegian honey, well, she's on her way back,
(on her way) back to Bergen.
She got the ferry from Newcastle Dock,
she's on her way home again. Yeah!
A brunette from a blonde nation in Scandina-v-i-a ('round Sweden's way);
The way she left me left me in distress,
now she's leaving on the crest of a wave.
We started datin' then fornicatin'
then she started actin' quite strange -
told all her mates that I was great,
then went on to state I was god-ordained...
In her room, she made a shrine,
starring me in effigy, arms spread wide!
(Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why...)
"Why," you cry, "didn't you drop this girl? She's dotty!".
Well, the problem was this girl was quite a hottie...
...but that was back then and this is now.
My Norwegian honey, well, she's on her way back,
(on her way) back to Bergen.
She got the ferry from Newcastle Dock,
she's on her way home again. Yeah!
A brunette from a blonde nation in Scandina-v-i-a ('round Sweden's way);
The way she left me left me in distress,
now she's leaving on the crest of a wave.
I bought her a locket, but she didn't go and hock it,
no, she bought the same one for all her mates!
It seemed to me that she be formin' a cult!
She gave me heebie-jeebies, but she was REALLY hot...
I found a leaflet - on the front was my face;
inside was some info on 'superior race';
"Pay a thousand pounds now", yeah that's the joining fee;
I see Norwegian honey's makin' money out of me!
This time she has gone too far!
There are no marbles left in her jar!
The time for humping is over and done,
but the time for dumping has just begun!
Go back to Norway!
Norwegian honey, well, she's on her way back,
(on her way) back to Bergen.
She got the ferry from Newcastle Dock,
she's on her way home again. Yeah!
A brunette from a blonde nation in Scandina-v-i-a (yay yay yay yay);
The way she left me left me in distress,
now she's leaving (leaving) on the crest (on the crest) of a wave.
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