Dusseldorf

In Düsseldorf 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 château A boy climbed into my bed and 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 Pica*so 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 Düsseldorf 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