Oh, the streets of Rome
Are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can 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 Botticelli's niece
Yeah, she promised that she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
All the hours I spent inside the coliseum
I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On flight so bumpy that I almost cried
preacher men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels
Well it sure has been a long hard ride
Newspaper man eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday everything's gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece