Oslo in the summertime, nobody can fall asleep I m staring out the window from my bed At 4 AM the sun is up Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds And with crows all cackling
Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate Me and Nina making fun of footballers In Rudolph Neilson Plass I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses Who shake their heads, completely at a loss Oslo in the summertime, the streets are strangely quite Because everyone s away on holiday
Oslo in the summertime, Pakistani children play Locked inside of the courtyard all day Pretty people everywhere, sun lamp tans and flaxen hair Just tell the American not to stare