[If you havenâ??t started this nasty habit, donâ??t start.
But if youâ??re 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 olâ?? behind.
She said, â??You better spit out that chewing tobaccaâ??
if you wanna kiss me on the big olâ?? 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 hackinâ?? and gagginâ?? 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 talkinâ?? 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.

Itâ??s 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-birthinâ?? a pleasure.
Thatâ??s 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!]