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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You could almost think that your seeing double

On the 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 spent, inside the Coliseum

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 drive

Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory

When I ran on a 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 bumby that I almost cried

Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels

Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside

Newspaper men eating candy

Had to be held down by big police

Someday, its gonna be different

When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You could almost think that your seeing double

On the 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 spent, inside the Coliseum

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 drive

Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory

When I ran on a 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 bumby that I almost cried

Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels

Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside

Newspaper men eating candy

Had to be held down by big police

Someday, its gonna be different

When I paint my masterpiece

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