1. Desmond has a barrow in the market place, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly "girl I like your face", And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on.
2. Desmond takes a trolley to the jeweler's store, Buys a twenty carat golden ring. Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door, And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have a built a home, sweet home. With a couple of kids running in the yard, of Desmond and Molly Jones.
3. Happy ever after in the market place, Desmond lets the children lend a hand. Molly stays at home and does her pretty face, And in the evening she still sings it with the band.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on.
In a couple of years they have a built a home, sweet home. With a couple of kids running in the yard, of Desmond and Molly Jones.
4. Happy ever after in the market place, Molly lets the children lend a hand. Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face, And in the evening she still sings it with the band.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra! La la how the life goes on.
Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me, I don`t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how
Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don`t need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me, I don`t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how
You`re asking me will my love grow I don`t know, I don`t know You stick around now it may show I don`t know, I don`t know
Something in the way she knows and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me, I don`t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how
1. I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me.She showed me her home, isn't it good Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere. So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two, and then she said, "it's time for bed". She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath. And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown. So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood?