When I Paint My Masterpiece

G C G oh , the streets of rome G C G are filled with rubble D G C G ancient footprints are everywhere C G you can almost think that you’re seeing double D C G on a cold dark night on the spanish stairs D G C G got to hurry on back to my hotel room D G C G where i got me a date with botticelli’s niece C G yeah , she promised that she’d be there with me D G C G when i paint my masterpiece all the hours i spent inside the coliseum dodging lions and wasting time oh these mighty kings of the jungle i can hardly stand to see’em yes , it sure has been a long hard climb train wheels rolling through the back of my memory when i stood on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese someday life will be sweet like a rhapsody when i paint my masterpiece A D A A D A i left rome and landed in brussels E A D A on flight so bumpy that i almost cried A D A preacher men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels E A well it sure has been a long hard ride E A D A newspaper man eating candy E A had to be held down by big police A D A someday everything’s gonna be different E A when i paint my masterpiece