Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon
And it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon
And outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune
And it's a Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes play old Clare de Lune
Now she was a lady, she came down from Bergen she said
She spoke a little English, they laughed, drank whiskey instead
And in the mornin' he found it... a rose with a note on his plate
It said, "meet me at midnight on the corner of St. Olav's Gate"
chorus:
O and here's to the ladys you love and you don't see again
Tonight is warm whiskey... in the mornin the cold bitter wind
And the blue eyed madonna leaves town while the drunken man waits
Leaves him standing alone in the shadow of St. Olav's Gate
