I slipped on a banana peel on the Champs Elysée
I jabbered like an ape on the Appian Way
While marching to Pretoria, I got tied up in knots
And in
Berlin
Alexanderplatz: Boy, did I plotz!
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square but I didn't know where that was
I was on the lam on Peachtree, hotly pursued by the fuzz
As I embarked on the Embarcadaro
I was almost riven
By a Pierce-Arrow
Driven
By Mia Farrow
But when I got to Broadway
I stumbled, in that awed way
Because then, I knew, I was home