While I was in Berlin
I committed a sin
Much to my chagrin
While I was in Paris
I found something I cherish
and I'm not talking gibberish
While I was in Dublin
I saw something troublin'
Reminded me of a hobgoblin
While I was in London
I attended a nice luncheon
at a medieval dungeon
While I was in Warsaw
I stared in awe
as I watched an artist draw
While I was in Amsterdam
I procured a gram
Lighten up, Uncle Sam
While I was in Glasgow
I was involved in a little fiasco
over a broken bottle of tabasco
While I was in the Ukraine
I rode on a passenger train
through some beautiful terrain
While I was in Madrid
I listened to a kid
sing about El Cid
While I was in Rome
I started to miss home
So I got on a bird of chrome
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