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