Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You could almost think that you're seeing double On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece And she promised she'd be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours we'd spent inside the Coliseum Dodging lions and a-wasting time Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I hardly stand to see 'em It sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels 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

I left Rome, and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy I almost cried Clergy men in uniform and young girls pulling muscles Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside

Newspaper men eating candy Had to be held down by big police Someday everything's gonna be different When I paint that masterpiece