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 meIt 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-AmericanIt 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 misunderstoodOr 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 isI 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 EuromiseryWere it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery
I might have never made it through this Euromisery