Lyrics:

D A D A E

(No Chord) A D A

oh, The Streets Of Rome Are Filled With Rubble,

e A D

ancient Footprints Are Everywhere.

a D A

you Could Almost Think That Your Seeing Double,

e A

on The Cold, Dark Night On The Spanish Stairs.

e A

gotta Hurry On Back To My Hotel Room,

e A D

where I Got Me A Date With A Pretty Little Girl From Greece.

a D A

she Promised She'd Be There With Me,

e A

when I Paint My Masterpiece.

d A D A E

(No Chord) A D A

oh, The Hours We Spent, Inside The Coliseum.

e A

dodging Lions, And A-Wasting Time,

d A D A

oh Those Mighty Kings Of The Jungle, I Could Hardly Stand To See'em

e A

yes It Sure Has Been A Long, Hard Drive.

e A

train Wheels A-Running Thru The Back Of My Memory,

e A D

when I Ran On A Hilltop Following A Pack Of Wild Geese,

a D A

someday Everything Is Gonna Sound Like A Rhapsody

e A

when I Paint My Masterpiece.

am C#m

sailing Round The World In A Dirty Gondola,

d Bb E D C#m D E

oh To Be Back In The Land Of, Coca-Cola.

d A D A

well I Left Rome, And Landed In Brussels,

e A

on A Plane Ride So Bumpy That I Almost Cried,

d A D A

clergy Men In Uniform, And Young Girls Pulling Mussels,

e A

everyone Was There To Greet Me When I Stepped Inside,

e A

newspaper Men Eating Candy,

e A D

had To Be Held Down By Big Police.

a D A E A

someday, Its Gonna Be Different, When I Paint My Masterpiece.