Once upon a time we came from Denmark to Sweden to settle downnIt felt bad in the beginning and it just got worse (so much worse)nAnd they were making fun of me and my Danish pronunciationnso I started st-st-st-stutteringnI tripped over my tonguenand I dreamed about Denmarknn(he dreamed about Denmark)nYeah I dreamed about Denmarknthe beautiful streets of Copenhagen andnthe home of H.C. AndersennnA loving and warm hearted theory, but with a terrifying practicenI caught the devil in disguise I could feel the indifference risenI cursed my Swedish classmates I put a spell on my Swedish teachernShe blindfolded her eyes and ears too when they were mocking menI dreamed about Denmarknn(he dreamed about Denmark)nYeah I dreamed about Denmarknthe beautiful streets of Copenhagen andnthe home of H.C. AndersennnWe got a new strict teacher after the summer of ’84nand all the bullies sat properly and quietnwhen the teacher came through the doornsuddenly I heard myself making this loud and annoying noisenand the teacher said “Are you retarded boy?”nI said “No, but maybe you are”nand I started dreaming about...nn(he dreamed about Denmark)nYeah I dreamed about Denmarknthe beautiful streets of Copenhagen andnthe home of H.C. AndersennnBut I became the untouchable heronand the mocking was historynAnd I got a girlfriend named Jennynand now the crowd were following menI almost stopped st-stutteringnand the Danish dreams were gonenEverything went from black and white to colornbut I kept dreaming on... about Swedennn(he dreamed about Denmark)nNo I dreamed about Swedennthe beautiful streets of Stockholmnand the home of Astrid Lindgren