[If you havent started this nasty habit, dont start.

But if youre hopelessly addicted, might as well sing about it!]



Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.

Copenhagen: The way I know it should.

Put a little chew in my mouth

Go spitting and slobbering all around the house, that

Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.



I took a chew just the other night

and it made me feel so fine.

So I grabbed my honey-baby

and I pinched her ol behind.

She said, You better spit out that chewing tobacca

if you wanna kiss me on the big ol smacker, that

Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.



Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.

Copenhagen: The way I know it should.

Put a little chew in my mouth

Go hackin and gaggin all around the house, that

Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.



*I was sitting in a barroom and

*I had me a little dip

*Drinking beer and talkin but

*I had no place to spit.

*So I spit a stream out on the floor

*and the bouncer flung me out the door, that

*Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.



Its a cure-all, too.

Cures fits, warts and freckles;

Coughs, colds, runny nose.

Guaranteed never to rip, run or snag.

Makes conception a wonder

And child-birthin a pleasure.

Thats Copenhagen: Makes me feel so good.



[*Chris, this sure beats singing all those old love songs]

[What are you talking about, Toby, this is a love song!]