
When I Paint My Masterpiece The Band
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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
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
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