Grateful DeadWhen I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble, Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that youre seein double On a cold dark night on the spanish stairs. Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, Where I've got me a date with botticellis niece. She promised that shed be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece. Oh, the hours I've spent inside the coliseum, Dodging lions and wastin 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 runnin thru the back of my memory, When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese. Someday, everything is 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 pullin muscles, Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside. Newspapermen eating candy Had to be held down by big police. Someday, everything is gonna be diffrent When I paint my masterpiece. © 2018