| Once upon a time we came from Denmark to Sweden to settle down | 
| It felt bad in the beginning and it just got worse (So much worse) | 
| And they were making fun of me and my Danish pronunciation | 
| So I started stu-stu-stuttering | 
| I tripped over my tongue and I dreamed about Denmark | 
| (He dreamed about Denmark) | 
| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark | 
| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen | 
| And the home of H.C. | 
| Andersen | 
| A loving and warm hearted theory, but with a terrifying practice | 
| I caught the devil in disguise, I could feel the indifference rise | 
| I cursed my Swedish class mates, I put a spell on my Swedish teacher | 
| She blindfolded her eyes and ears too when they were mocking me | 
| I dreamed about Denmark | 
| (He dreamed about Denmark) | 
| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark | 
| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen | 
| And the home of H.C. | 
| Andersen | 
| We got a new strict teacher after the summer of '84 | 
| And all the bullies sat properly and quiet | 
| When the teacher came through the door | 
| Suddenly I heard myself making this loud and annoying noise | 
| And the teacher said «Are you retarded boy?» | 
| I said «No, but maybe you are» | 
| And I started dream about… | 
| (He dreamed about Denmark) | 
| Yeah, I dreamed about Denmark | 
| The beautiful streets of Copenhagen | 
| And the home of H.C. | 
| Andersen | 
| But I became the untouchable hero | 
| And the mocking was history | 
| And I got a girlfriend named Jennie | 
| And now the crowd were following me | 
| And I almost stopped stu-stuttering | 
| And the Danish dreams were gone | 
| Everything went from black and white to colour | 
| But I kept dreaming on about Sweden | 
| (He dreamed about Denmark) | 
| No, I dreamed about Sweden | 
| The beautiful streets of Stockholm | 
| And the home of Astrid Lindgren |