The Band — When I Paint My Masterpiece

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 Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece She promised she'd be there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours we'd spend inside the Colosseum Dodging lions, and a-wasting time Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes it sure has been a long, hard climb Train wheels a-running thru 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 Well, I left Rome and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that 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 But someday everything's gonna be different When I paint that masterpiece