I went euromad out on the road last fall
between the roman churches and the german music halls
were it not for mr gordon and his fine distillery
I might not have got this far it would be all the same to me
I started in bologna when I stepped between the lights
I thought I'd lost my charisma my life flashed between my eyes
the communists rejected me I didn't fit their plan
and anyway I must assume there anti-american
It might have been geneva in a darkened discotheque
and though I met sophia I still got it in the neck
a journalist he spied on me like I always knew they would
he wrote me off like a business trip I felt deeply misunderstood
Or maybe it was paris blazing dignity and pride
it's a city full of heiresses where I very nearly died
I woke up in the circus with a whistling in my ears
I'm ready for the antidote can you tell me what it is
I went euromad out on the road last fall
between the roman churches and the german music halls
were it not for mr gordon and his fine distillery
I might have never made it through this euromisery
