A Night in Oslo Soap Opera, McDonalds feeling is in the air Sleeping on pink rug For pillow using empty mug Will everyone write to me? Will everyone be like me? Sleeping on pink rug For pillow using empty mug She had green hair She had attraction unfair I swallowed spoon to impress her I ate some soap and monkey fur I offered her my left glove I offered her free swim in far away cove But then the postman cried But then Pesho promised to die Eating lonely golden fish Chewing, asking him to make a wish Her mouth shined bright as silver watch Cold brain kept under the watches hatch Then they asked her for coke and fries And we only heard her piglike cries As she disappeared thru the plastic door And I lied down on the floor With nothing left, but second hand paper mug And nylon, cosy, friendly rug