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