| Odious Odense, city of my birth
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| Happy that day when ya vanish from the Earth!
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| Me for Copenhagen, me for Greece and Rome!
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| Every day’s an adventure when you’re not home
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| And, in a thousand years from today
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| Americans will come to play
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| In giant flying metal birds
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| To view our beauteous antiques
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| And hear some fearsome German words
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| And tour all Europe in two weeks
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| A marble marvel ev’ry hour
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| A stunning country ev’ry day
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| They’ll lope up Copenhagen’s tower
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| But they will never pay for-
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| Odious Odense, city of my birth
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| Happy that day when ya vanish from the Earth!
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| Me for Copenhagen, me for Greece and Rome!
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| Every day’s an adventure when you’re not home
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| And as a new spring dawns, hail to thee
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| The muse of our new century!
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| She wears a Garibaldi hat
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| Yet cares for Aristophanes
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| Part artist, part aristocrat
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| And lover of cacophonies
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| She telegraphs her laughter from
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| Her rococo locomotive
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| Well might some write that she is dumb
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| But she would never live in-
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| Odious Odense, city of my birth
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| Happy that day when ya vanish from the Earth!
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| Me for Copenhagen, me for Greece and Rome!
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| Every day’s an adventure when you’re not home |