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