Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Paint My Masterpiece, artist - Barbara Dickson. Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
When I Paint My Masterpiece |
| Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble |
| Ancient footprints are everywhere |
| You can 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 myself a date with a pretty little boy from Greece |
| He promised that he’d be right with me |
| When I paint my masterpiece |
| Oh the hours I’ve spent inside the Collosseum |
| 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 running through the back of my memory |
| When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese |
| Someday everything’s gonna be smooth like a rhapsody |
| When I paint my masterpiece |
| Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola |
| Oh to be back in the land of Coca-cola |
| I left Rome and landed in Brussels |
| On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried |
| Clergymen in uniform and young girls pulling muscles |
| Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside |
| Newspapermen eating candy |
| Had to be held down by big police |
| Someday everything’s gonna be different |
| When I paint my masterpiece |