In Düsseldorf I met a clown. His nose. It was red-oh.
In Berlin stopped by the polizei. For drunk driving everyone smiled.
In Prague I knew I'd been a witch. Burned alive a-by the Soviet kitsch.
It made me miss my New York nuthin'.
Uh oh oh, oh oh oh. Uh oh oh, oh oh oh. Uh uh uh oh, oh oh oh. Uh uh oh oh, oh oh oh. In Montpelier I stayed in a a chateau a boy climbed into my bed and he knew no boundaries. Amsterdam got quite crazy might've been all the tulips and the canals or it might've been all that hash.