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