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