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The Song Challenge:   Well, this should be a "cleansing" experience after the last two Challenge!s.  The Topless Mermaid:  'Most people just look and cheer' -- OSLO, Norway - A bare-breasted blonde mermaid perched atop a rock is making tourists gape in disbelief along a Norwegian fjord.  "One man once jumped off a boat and swam over to me," Line Oexnevad, 37 and mother of two children, said on Tuesday of her unorthodox job as a professional siren. "Most people just look and cheer."  Oexnevad, naked except for a long blonde wig and a costume fish-tail, said she has sat five times on a rock along the Lyse fjord in West Norway in the past three summers, hired as a surprise attraction for tourist boat trips and parties.  "The last time it was a bit cold," she said. "The mermaid in Copenhagen and me are the only mermaids I know of," she said. The "Little Mermaid" in Copenhagen is a statue inspired by a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale.  Oexnevad, who also works at a hospital in nearby Stavanger, said she was no good at singing -- in legend, sirens sang to lure sailors. "Maybe next time I'll take along a cassette player," she said.

Norwegian Woody by Dharmabum
(Tune:  Norwegian Wood) 

I once saw a maid, 
Or should I say, 
She was a fish, 
She showed me some skin, 
And then some scale, 
And then some fin. 

She sat on a rock in Oslo, 
And showed me her chest, 
I sat in my rowboat hoping, 
She'd show me the rest. 

She told me the man, 
Who was doin the hirin, 
Wanted a siren, 
But she couldn't sing, 
So she used a tape player, 
So he wouldn't filet ' er. 

I jumped in the river, 
I made a big splash & some ripples, 
The air was quite cold, 
I could tell by the look on her nipples. 

I shed my attire, 
And without fail, 
She gave me her tail, 
So we lit a fire, 
Don't it feel good, 
My Norwegian wood. 


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