In 2027 I will be living in Copenhagen
And believing in Copenhagen
And did Denmark make it to the World Cup
Not to Kristiania to say what’s up
But to hang out with the bohem artists
Maybe smut on absinthe if I was still a drinker
And which one will be I think of her
Perhaps she will be sitting on the other side of the table
And we will make it to the waterside if we are able
And hit lego-land and all that good stuff
Have you given yourself time enough?
You on a one year schedule?
I don’t know if that is where I will settle
Countryside seems nice
In Sweden why hide
From the American säpo and all that after me
This grand government cover-up
Shut the hell up
Thoughts and feelings
Something to believe in
I do feel more Swedish than American
And national pride is something the nation needs back again!
Nej nej nej ! Inte sån pride
Go hide Go hide
Honey buy something at Lindex
And I will forget how my father wore spandex to my soccer game
I ain’s shitting you all this feels the same
And if it, is not the same game
I am happy all the same
Dude, I was trying to end respectably twenty lines up this poem
Now it’s running further from home !
Dude, I mean You, Dude, can stay in Kristiania
Did they close that, by the way? No, I don’t mean it that way
Honey run to Lindex
We got to keep up with the spandex
The plastic buying souls of this world
And plastic doesn’t break
And wood and paper smokes
Copenhagen, Honey, probably features a lot of pipe-smokers
I just get that smell, feeling, and ‘’vision’’ in my head
Fee why did you have to put ‘’vision’’ In quotation marks is it superstitious so you won’t be dead?
Not at all, I DON’T KNOW what to call them, …to keep the shrinks of my back!
And watch out for a heart-attack
Watch out for hippie-crack (nitrous oxide) and don’t go to the dentist
I love irregular teeth
Means you lived life underneath
And babe run to Lindex to buy some lingerie!
And The Dead just finished their song so Swedish soccer hey!