I woke up at nine and got myself a coffee
For I had a very bad, bad dream
I was sleepy and tired
I washed my eyes
I couldn't trust them
I became aware of...
Of a girl in my shower
She was naked and red
She sang a tune
Some sha la la las
Some shooby do do
She washed her hair
She washed her legs
The water ran unto the floor...
There was a girl in my shower
(Whistling this tune she turned around and did some pirouettes like a ballet princess while she wrapped herself into my towel)
I'll never forget this little tune
(That she sang over and over like a music box with forbidden sweets in it)
A pretty girl in my shower
In my shower
I was relieved
I thought of my mother
She said I was a young boy with a dirty mind
She said I can't decide what's real and what's dream
But I saw her puddle in my bathroom and thought
There was a girl in my shower
I woke up at night and got myself a coffee
For I had a very bad, bad dream
I'll never forget this little tune
She'll always whistle in my hair...
That pretty girl in my shower
In my shower