| C | F | |
| Now, I went out last Sunday with my | little Mary-Ann |
| G | C | |
| She | said please stay still Monday, and grabbed me by my | can |
| C | F | |
| She | laid a big one on me, | suprised me with her tounge, |
| G | C | |
| But | her suprise was waitin' there, between my cheek and | gum. |
| Chorus: |
| C | |
| Copenhagen, what a wad of flavor. |
| C | G | |
| Copenhagen, you can see it in my | smile. |
| C | |
| Copenhagen, do yourself a favor. |
| C | G | C | |
| Chew | Copenhagen, drive them | pretty girls | wild. |
| So I went to the movies with my little Peggy-Sue, |
| I had my dip there in my lip just like I always do. |
| She didn't know that I was spittin' in my Coca-Cola cup, |
| she took a great big swoller' and threw her popcorn up! Oh! |
| Chorus: |
| The moral of this story is so very sad but true. |
| If you stay 'till breakfast friend, they'll want to marry you. |
| So try my little method and I promise you no doubt |
| Dip some Copenhagen if you want to snuff 'em out. |
| Thomas Bacus tbacus@Onramp.NET |