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Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scotsman's saloon,
And then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon;
Outside in Oslo, the buskers all sing the same tune,
Well, it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play Au Clair De Lune.
And she was a lady, she came down from Bergen, she said,
She spoke a little English, we laughed and drank whiskey instead;
But in the mornin' I found it, the rose and a note on my plate,
She said, meet me at midnight on the corner in St. Olav's Gate.
So, here's to the ladies you love and you don't see again,
The night is warm whiskey, the morning a cold bitter wind;
And the blue-eyed Madonna left town but a drunken man waits,
Standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate.
Here's to the ladies you love and you don't see again,
The night is warm whiskey, the morning's a cold bitter wind;
And the blue-eyed Madonna left town but a drunken man waits,
He's been standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate.
He's been standing alone in the shadows of St. Olav's Gate.
