AOh, the stDreets of RomAe are filled with rubble
DAncient fooAtprintsE are everyAwhere
DYou can alAmost think that you're seDein' doAuble
DOn Am 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:
SDmailin'round the world in a dirty goAndola
C#mOh 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  Bm   A