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 Siene It made me hopeful that someday our water Would be breathable again... In Frankfurt I heard eins zwei drei Counting cookies and no one was shot In Berlin stopped by the Polizei 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 muttdom It made me miss my New York nothing... In Montpelier I stayed in a chateau A boy climbed into my bed and he knew no boundaries In Amsterdam I got quite crazy It might have been all the tulips and canals Or it might have been all that hash, and in Barcelon, buenos dias, chocolato, 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 after party 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