When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You could almost think that you're seeing double On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece She promised she'd be there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours we had 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 drive Train wheels a-running through the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday everything is gonna sound 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 landed in Brussels On a plane ride 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 men eating candy Had to be held down by big police But someday, everything's gonna be different When I paint that masterpiece