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 have never got this far, it would be all the same to me

It started in Bologna when I stepped between the lights

I thought I'd lost my charisma my life flashed before my eyes

The communists rejected me, I didn't fit their plan

And anyway I must assume they're 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

Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery

I might have never made it through this Euromisery