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Oh, the streeFts of RFome F Are filled with rubFble F F Ancient footprints Gare everywherFe F F You can almost think that you're sFeeing Fdouble On a Gcold dark night on the SpFanish Fstairs
GGot to hurry on back to my hotel rFoom F F Where I gGot me a date with Botticelli's niFece F F Yeah, she promised that she'd be Fthere with Fme When I Gpaint my masterFpiece F F
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
I left RDome G D and landed in BDrussels G D On flighAt so bumpy that I almost cried D G D Dpreacher men in uniform and youGng girls pulliDng mussels AWell it sure has been a long hard ride D ANewspaper man eating cDandy G D AHad to be held down by big Dpolice DSomeday everything's Ggonna be dDifferent When I Apaint my masterDpiece