The Vikings are striking and oh so incredibly fey
You stroll down to Tivoli whistling your frivolous way
It’s all so enchanting a fairy-tale look
Pagodas and fountains cut out of a book
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
You sit in a beer-garden watching the ladies go by
In light summer dresses a mischievous gleam in their eye
The beautiful waitress who brought you your grog
She looked like a princess you felt like her frog
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
You wish she would kiss you so you could turn into her prince
You didn’t know love could be like this


CHORUS
Oh the ladies of Copenhagen
Are like flowers in a northern garden
With eyes that are shining and long gleaming hair
With lithe golden limbs and complexions so clear
They are all that is fine and charming
Oh the ladies of Copenhagen
Without even a beg your pardon
Will steal your heart away so fast
In the time that it takes just to fill up your glass
It’s a feeling that’s quite enchanting
So drink up your beer and never think twice
Incredibly, edibly, nordically naughty and nice into the bargain
Are the ladies of Copenhagen


And way down in Nyhavn the craziest street you could find
The snow may be snowing but people are steaming inside
With Eskimo hookers and live bands to play
And sailors are drinking away all their pay
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
A red-headed prostitute belches and scratches her neck
She’s dressed all in black with a face that’s right out of Lautrec
A drunk Swedish seaman has asked her to dance
They grope for the dance floor he’s feeling her ass
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
They lurch and the fall as she gives him a passionate kiss
He didn’t know love could be like this


The sweet city sky-line is dotted with peppermint green
With domes made of copper the prettiest ones you have seen
And houses of marzipan line the canals
Like middle-aged matrons who wear their age well
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
You walk to the harbour and watch all the ships coming in
From stout sturdy barges to cruise-ships all slender and trim
The mermaid from Hans Christian Anderson’s tale
Is sculpted perfection in miniature scale
Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah-pah Oom-pah
You dream of embracing a girl who turns into a fish
You didn’t know love could be like this