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