Oh the streets of Rome arAe filled wDith rubble A
ADncient footAprints Eare everywAhere
YDou can almAost think that you're seeDin' douAble
ODn a coArd dark niEght on the Spanish StaAirs
GE7ot to hurry on back to my hotel roAom D
WE7here I've got me a date with Botticelli's niAece
SDhe promiAsed that she'd beD right there witAh me
WDhen I paiAnt mEy masterpieAce
SaDmilin'round the world in a dirty gonAdola
ODbmh to be back iDn the land of Coca CoEla! D A B7 E7
WDhen AI paintE my masterpiDece A Bm A