The Only Happy Boy In Copenhagen

When I was young I knew a boy who could run a million miles

without knowing where he'd been.

But this boy he caught a flu and his lips would turn to glue

as all the fields went green

There's no point in being mean

There's no point...

'Cause I'm happy now

I'm happy now

From the thrill of my poise I'd seek it out

That's gotta be something good

When I was young I dreamt of woods,

of robbing trains and wearing hoods

Just knowing that I could

That's gotta be something good