AOh, the stDreets of RomAe are filled with rubble
DAncient fooAtprintsE are everyAwhere
DYou can alAmost think that you're seDein' doAuble
DOn a cAord, dark nEight on the Spanish StAairs
E7Got to hurry on back to my hotel rAoom  D 
E7Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's nAiece
DShe promAised that she'd bDe right there wiAth me
DWhen I paAint Emy masterpiAece

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin' 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 runnin' through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

BRIDGE:
Sdailin'round the world in a dirty goAndola
cisOh to be back Din the land of Coca CEola!  D   A   B7    E7  

I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspapermen eating candy had to be held down by big police Someday,
everything is gonna be different
DWhAen I paiEnt my masterDpieceA  b   A