Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
Yup she promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin’ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory,
While the daylight hours too increased
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles,
Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece.