The Only Happy Boy in Copenhagen Lyrics

When I was young I knew a boy who could run a million miles
Without knowing where he'd been.
But this boy he caught a flu and his lips would turn to glue
As all the fields went green

There's no point in being mean
There's no point...
'Cause I'm happy now
I'm happy now
From the thrill of my poise I'd seek it out

That's gotta be something good

When I was young I dreamt of woods,
Of robbing trains and wearing hoods
Just knowing that I could
That's gotta be something good