Sven From Sweden And Frozen Yogurt?

It was a cold night in July, 1996.
Oceano and Pismo Beach was the game plan,
we noticed as they came up next to our tent,
standing there by our fire light,
like two little girls looking at candy in the window,
Hello Ladie's, Hello Back we said,
my name is Sven and my friend frozen Yogurt!
Standing by the fire light like two bumps on the log,
we talked about Sweden, each other and frozen Yogurt?
As our eyes danced around to each other,
standing there by the fire light,
feeling like four clams waiting to be eaten,
Sven tried to get me to say frozen Yogurt in Swede,
But our week of Camping came to an end,
we said our good bye's, hugs and kisses, exchanged addresses,
send me a post card from Japan, Sven.
Yes, come the voices echoing back,
I never did figure out what Sven
was talking about in the way of frozen Yogurt?
Then again, I don't speak Swede!