Oh, the streets of Rome Are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You can 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 Botticelli's niece Yeah, she promised that she'd be there with me When I paint my masterpiece All the hours I spent inside the coliseum Dodging lions and wasting time Oh these mighty kings of the jungle I can hardly stand to see'em Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb Train wheels rolling through the back of my memory When I stood on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday life will be sweet like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece I left Rome and landed in Brussels On flight so bumpy that I almost cried preacher men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels Well it sure has been a long hard ride Newspaper man eating candy Had to be held down by big police Someday everything's gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece