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 seein' double On a cold, 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 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 thе jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes, it surе 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 Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola Oh to be back in the land of the big High Roller I left Rome, and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergymen in uniform and young girls pulling 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 write my masterpiece