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)


(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