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 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 thru the back of my memory
When I ran on a 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.
Someday, everything's gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece.