Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that youre seeing double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with a Botticellis niece.
She promised, shed be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours we spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard ride.
Train wheels are running through the back of my memory
When I ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday life will be sweet like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola
Well, I left Rome, and I landed in Brussels
On a flight so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergy men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspaper man eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
But someday every things gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece