We are Bushmen.

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 and I sing a tune

Something really really strange is happening this year
In Trondheim, that is Norway on the middle, 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 hazing 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!

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

don't you want to come along

we are bushmen, now isn't it good,
the famous Norwegian wood
we are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods

And we don't know why, don't know why
no we don't know why

We are bushmen
All we wanna do
is sweat our way through the woods
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen
la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la la la la la laa, la la laaaa/we are bushmen