Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you¿re seein¿ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I¿ve got me a date with Botticelli¿s niece
She promised that she¿d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours I¿ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin¿ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ¿em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin¿ through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
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Sailin¿ round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola
I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin¿ muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday, everything is gonna be diff¿rent
When I paint my masterpiece