When I Paint My Masterpiece - Barbara Dickson

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