Odious Odense Lyrics

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...