[chorus] On the streets of Copenhagen you'll find him. So sleek on the pavement with fire in his eyes He plays the pan.. the pan.. the pan-flute so damn devine. I said [chorus variation] On the streets of Copenhagen you'll find him. So sleek on the pavement with fire in his.......... he.. he. hehehehe. Pan-fluuuuuu.. Pan.. view.. pan-view.. Panoramic juice.... phew. [interlude] [verse] I-I wish I were that flute.. My hero, deniro... rrrrright in my pocket. We could be heroes Just for one day.. oh yeah. [pan flute solo] [chorus variation] On the streets of Copenhagen.. mmmagnidsjik blowholes.. you'll find him. So sleek on the pavement with fire in his eyes. It is not he I desire, but the gadget with which he persists.. The pan-flute I cannot resist. [outro] I want that flute so bad. My compadré full of art-eh. We could be heroes just for one day! Oh yeah!
