Ohthe streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you re seein double
On a colddark 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.
Ohthe hours I ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin time.
Ohthose mighty kings of the jungleI could hardly stand to see em
Yesit sure has been a longhard climb.
Train wheels runnin through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Somedayeverything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
Sailin round the world in a dirty gondola.
Ohto 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.
Somedayeverything is gonna be diff rent
When I paint my masterpiece.
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