COPENHAGEN JUNKIE
Well I've n[F#]ever been afraid of much
And I n[B]ever thought I'd need a crutch
To h[F#]elp me with the trials of this life
But there's[F#] one thing I can't do without
And Copen[B]hagens what I'm talkin' about
And I l[F#]ove it nearly as mu[C#]ch as I love my wife[F#]
Now when I first started chewin'
I didn't know what I was doin'
And I liked the wat it helped me to relax
And a big ole chew tastes mighty good
Just the way I know Copenhagen should
But when it's gone I'm a slobbering maniac
CHORUS
[F#7]I'm a Cop[B]enhagen junkie
There's [F#]a big ole hairy monkey on my b[G#]ack
And he just won't let me [C#]be
Cause when [F#]I run out of chewin'
I know I'm[G#] on the road to ruin
Yes that [B]Copenhagens g[C#7]ot a hold on [F#]me
I can go without a lot of things
Like sweet potatoes and butter beans
And I know it wouldn't bother me at all
I can go without coffee for a couple of days
But if you take me snoots away
I'll be climbin' like a spider up the wall
CHORUS
Well I even tried to quit one time
My knees got weak, I sorta went blind
And my mellow disposition headed south
I started eatin' like a big fat hog
Got wild and mean like a rabid dog
And started frothin' and a foamin' at the mouth
CHORUS
SPOKEN - "Can I help you, Sir?" "Ah yeah, you got any Copenhagen?"
"No sir, I'm afraid we're all out" "OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
CHORUS
SPOKEN - "Ahhh, Copenhagen... Makes me feel so good...
But when it's gone boys.... I feelin' exactly the way I should..."
Well I've n[F#]ever been afraid of much
And I n[B]ever thought I'd need a crutch
To h[F#]elp me with the trials of this life
But there's[F#] one thing I can't do without
And Copen[B]hagens what I'm talkin' about
And I l[F#]ove it nearly as mu[C#]ch as I love my wife[F#]
Now when I first started chewin'
I didn't know what I was doin'
And I liked the wat it helped me to relax
And a big ole chew tastes mighty good
Just the way I know Copenhagen should
But when it's gone I'm a slobbering maniac
CHORUS
[F#7]I'm a Cop[B]enhagen junkie
There's [F#]a big ole hairy monkey on my b[G#]ack
And he just won't let me [C#]be
Cause when [F#]I run out of chewin'
I know I'm[G#] on the road to ruin
Yes that [B]Copenhagens g[C#7]ot a hold on [F#]me
I can go without a lot of things
Like sweet potatoes and butter beans
And I know it wouldn't bother me at all
I can go without coffee for a couple of days
But if you take me snoots away
I'll be climbin' like a spider up the wall
CHORUS
Well I even tried to quit one time
My knees got weak, I sorta went blind
And my mellow disposition headed south
I started eatin' like a big fat hog
Got wild and mean like a rabid dog
And started frothin' and a foamin' at the mouth
CHORUS
SPOKEN - "Can I help you, Sir?" "Ah yeah, you got any Copenhagen?"
"No sir, I'm afraid we're all out" "OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
CHORUS
SPOKEN - "Ahhh, Copenhagen... Makes me feel so good...
But when it's gone boys.... I feelin' exactly the way I should..."
