Your new obsession
Is hard to love.
It gotten older than stars above,
The stars like Bergman, and Garbo too.
Yes, I say to Sweden, "Screw you."

Swede dreams are yours, those Weird dreams of Swedes,
Of chefs, meatballs and bikini teams.
You rock to Abba and Ace of Base,
And tatooed their names on your face.

Björn Borg won it five times at Wimbledon,
But must you remind me each day?
Now I fantasize hitting you with my car,
So please put a lid on your Swede-loving jar.

I'm sick of hearing you
Talk of Swedes
Although Nobel was a prize indeed.
I so don't care what they're all about,
Now head off to Stockholm; get out.

Goodbye...
Farväl.