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' Thru 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.