When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You can 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 are running through 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 man eating candy

Had to be held down by big police

But someday every thing's gonna be different

When I paint my masterpiece