"I don't like what's strange"
"Neither do I," she told him
And from that day on, they were together
In prosperity without adversity
And their life was like an endless pop song
And then one day, something great happened
Securing their happiness
'Cause they were going to be mother and father
So they rushed out
To buy a station wagon
'Cause they needed a lot of space
In their tiny family palace
And their immediate happiness
Only needed the last bit
And then one night, the good fairy came
And turned Pinocchio into a real boy
Made of flesh and blood and the courage to say his opinions
And he liked to behave strangely
And he wished for a doll
And they needed a lot of space
In their tiny family palace
But their immediate happiness
Only needed one last bit
"Doctor, I think our son is crazy
He just told me he wanted to be a hairdresser
And we should never have let him take dancing lessons
Doctor, do you think our son is gay?"
"'Cause we don't have room
For strange people here in our palace
And we'd have loved to pay
But there doesn't seem to be a cure
For what's wrong"
"God, I think our son is strange
He's just shot me
With a riffle
In my heart
He cried,
'Now you may learn it!1 If you won't listen, then feel my pain!'"
He cried,
"I'm sorry, but there's no room
For your perfect palace
And I'd really like to be free
From your hypocrisy
And your immediate happiness
Is none of my freaking business"
1. Danish equivalent of saying "In your face"