Oh, the streets of Rome
Are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seeing double
On a cold dark night on the spanish stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with Botticelli's niece
Yeah, she promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh the hours that I've spent inside the coliseum
Dodging lions and wasting time
Oh these mighty kings of the jungle I can 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's gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pulling bustles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspaper men Eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday everything's gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece