Well, what are we doing in the kingdom of the moose

There's twigs inside our trousers

there's mud inside our shoes

The temperature is rising

We pant and sweat as I sing a tune



Something really really strange is happening this year

In Grimstad, that is Norway on the south side, if you care

The woods are overflowing

with people to-and-fro-ing, my oh my!

And that's all we'll do this season,

I'll tell you all the reason why



We are bushmen

All we wanna do

is sweat our way through the woods

we are bushmen, now isn't it good,

the famous Norwegian wood



Well some might say we're crazy, 'cause we're always on the run

while everybody else is lazing in the summer sun

but we are only happy with smelly clothes and maps in our hands

And if you think that it stinks

Then you ain't got the instincts

and you'll never understand