Lyrics:

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You could 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 a pretty little girl from Greece
And she promised she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours we'd spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I hardly stand to see 'em
It sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels running through the back of my memory
When I ran on the 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

I left Rome, and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy I almost cried
Clergy men in uniform and young girls pulling muscles
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 that masterpiece