In dusseldorf i met a clown His nose, it was red In gelterkinden i forgot to frown Then remembered again In paris i saw a big fish Swimming slow in the seine It made me hopeful that someday our Water will be breathable again
In frankfurt i heard ein zwei drei Counting cookies and no one was shot In berlin stopped by the polizai For drunk driving and everyone smiled In prague i knew i’d been a witch Burnt alive, a pyre of soviet kitsch It made me miss my moscow mother It made me miss my new york nothing
In montpelier i stayed in a chateau A girl climbed into my bed and she knew no boundaries And in amsterdam i got quite crazy Might have been all the tulips and canals Or it might have been all that hash, and in Barcelona - buenos dias, chocolate, le picasso And in brussels, clean-cut hostel And in london, me and the french existentialists
In corsica i floated away All the way to marseilles I should have held an afterparty For all the thoughts i didn’t say In dusseldorf i met a dwarf With bad breath and a really good tan In gelterkinden i remembered how to laugh And i never ever forgot it again