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.



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.