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 pretty little girl from Greece
She promised she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece. Oh, the hours we'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. Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! Well 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.
But someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint that masterpiece.