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