Euromad
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
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