THE STREETS OF STAVANGER
As I valked out on the streets of Stavanger.
As I valked out in Stavanger one morn.
I spied a Norvegian all dressed up in oilskins.
All dressed up in oilskins all tatter and torn.

I can tell by you r accent that you are Norvegian.
Dese vords he did say as I stumbled on by.
Come sit here beside me and hear my sad story.
You vouldn't believe it . ( I know, but I'll try.)

It vas vunce in a schooner I used to go sailing.
It vas vunce in a schooner I used to cut bait.
It vas first to da bait box and den to da railing.
And sometimes I got dere a little bit late.

I'm seasick you betcha, but I am Norvegian.
So I von't admit dat my face is so green.
I hang on da railing with dee-termination.
Da sickest Norvegian Dat You've ever seen.

So beat da drum slowly and play da pipes lowly.
And play the dead March as dat is my last vish.
Get up you Norvegian, dat is'nt a coffin.
Dat box dat you lie in vas meant for da fish