Oh the streets of Rome ar e filled w ith rubble
A ncient foot prints are everyw here
Y ou can alm ost think that you're see in' dou ble
O n a co rd dark ni ght on the Spanish Sta irs
G ot to hurry on back to my hotel ro om
W here I've got me a date with Botticelli's ni ece
S he promi sed that she'd be right there wit h me
W hen I pai nt m y masterpie ce
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
Sa ilin'round the world in a dirty gon dola
O h to be back i n the land of Coca Co la!
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 different
W hen I paint my masterpi ece