Drinking black market vodka in the back

Of the scottsman's saloon

Then it's red meat

And whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon

Outside in oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune

And it's waltzin' matilda

While the bagpipes play old clare de lune

She was a lady she came down from bergen she said

She spoke little english

They laughed and drank whiskey instead

In the mornin'

A rose with a note on his plate

It said meet me at midnight

On the corner of st olav's gate

Here's to the ladys you love and don't see again

The night is warm whiskey

The mornin's a cold bitter wind

The blue eyed madonna leaves town

While the drunken man waits

Standing alone in the shadows

Of st olav's gate

She was a lady she came down from bergen she said

She spoke little english

They laughed and drank whiskey instead

In the mornin'

A rose with a note on his plate

It said meet me at midnight

On the corner of st olav's gate

Here's to the ladys you love and don't see again

The night is warm whiskey

The mornin's a cold bitter wind

The blue eyed madonna leaves town

While the drunken man waits

Standing alone in the shadows

Of st olav's gate

Standing alone in the shadows

Of st olav's gate