| D | G | D | |
| Copenhagen it m | akes me feel so | good. |
| D | E | A | |
| Copenhagen the | way I know it | should. I |
| D | |
| put a little chew in my mouth, |
| G | |
| go | spittin' and a-slobberin' |
| all around the house, that |
| D | A | |
| Copenhagen, it | makes me feel so good. |
| 1. |
| D | |
| I | took a chew just the other night- |
| G | D | |
| it | made me feel so | fine. |
| I Grabbed my honey baby |
| E7 | A | |
| and I | pinched her ol' be | hind. |
| D | |
| She said, "you | better spit out that |
| D | G | |
| chewin' tobaccer if you | wanna kiss |
| me on the big ol' smacker, |
| D | A | D | |
| that | Copenhagen, it | makes me feel so | good. |
| CHORUS |
| 2. |
| D | |
| I was | sittin' in a bar room |
| G | D | |
| and I | took a little | dip-- |
| Drinkin' beer & talkin' |
| E7 | |
| but I | had no place to spit. |
| D | D | |
| So I | spit a stream out | on the floor, |
| G | |
| and that | bouncer flung me out the door, |
| D | A | D | |
| that | Copenhagen, it | makes me feel so | good. |
| CHORUS |
| Recitation |
| It's a cure all too- |
| it cures fits, warts, freckles, coughs, |
| colds, runny nose. |
| Guaranteed not to rip, run or snag. |
| Makes conception a wonder and |
| child birth a pleasure... |
| That's Copenhagen... |