When I Paint My Masterpiece
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubbleAncient footprints are everywhereYou can almost think that you’re seein’ doubleOn a cold, dark night on the Spanish StairsGot to hurry on back to my hotel roomWhere I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s nieceShe promised that she’d be right there with meWhen I paint my masterpiece
Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the ColiseumDodging lions and wastin’ timeOh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’emYes, it sure has been a long, hard climbTrain wheels runnin’ through the back of my memoryWhen I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geeseSomeday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsodyWhen I paint my masterpiece
Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondolaOh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
I left Rome and landed in BrusselsOn a plane ride so bumpy that I almost criedClergymen in uniform and young girls pullin’ musclesEveryone was there to greet me when I stepped insideNewspapermen eating candyHad to be held down by big policeSomeday, everything is gonna be diff’rentWhen I paint my masterpiece