| On my first day in town we saw the king
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| He was dressed in a suit with a bright blue tie
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| And it matched his eyes
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| And when ours met I sighed
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| Took a boat or a ferry to island
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| There were gardens and trees and balloons in the sky
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| And we knew it was right
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| It wasn’t only the light
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| Rode our bikes up and down the streets so wide
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| Don’t lock 'em up, no they’ll be just fine
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| And I said oh my, my!
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| I can’t believe it! |
| I cried
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| This must be paradise
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| But it’s not, no, no, no
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| But it’s sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet oh Sweden
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| Had a breakfast of cheese, yoghurt too
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| All this fat but you’re so skinny to boot
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| You said it’s in my genes
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| Yeah we’re so skinny we’re mean
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| Took the train every day from your suburb yeah right
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| Only ten minutes and we’re south centre tonight
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| And we don’t have to pay
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| We sneak in free every day
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| Schnapps on the house at the bars you like
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| Your friends stand in line and practice English all night
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| And I like them: they’re nice
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| All so blonde and precise
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| This must be paradise
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| Oh it’s not, no, no, no
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| But it’s sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet oh Sweden. |