When I Paint My Masterpeice

Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You can almost think that you’re seein’ double On a cord dark night on the Spanish Stairs Got to hurry on back to my hotel room   Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece 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 When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese   Someday everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece BRIDGE: Sailin’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 that I almost cried Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ muscles Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspapermen eating candy had to be held down by big police Someday   everything is gonna be different When I paint my masterpiece