| Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
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| Ancient footprints are everywhere
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| You can almost think that you’re seein' double
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| On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
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| Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
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| Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
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| She promised that she’d be right there with me
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| When I paint my masterpiece
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| Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum
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| Dodging lions and wastin' time
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| Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
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| Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
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| Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
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| When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
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| Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
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| When I paint my masterpiece
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| Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola
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| Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
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| I left Rome and landed in Brussels
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| On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
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| Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
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| Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
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| Newspapermen eating candy
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| Had to be held down by big police
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| Someday, everything is gonna be diff’rent
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| When I paint my masterpiece |