Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're 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 Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
la la la la la.

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' through 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
la la la la la.

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 diff'rent
la la la la la.

When I walked down the Spanish steps, suddenly my song began to play everywhere - in the pizzeria, in the cafe, in the hotel and I was happy. My feet are swollen with too much walking on cobbled roads wearing high heeled business shoes. My neck and shoulders are ready to break into a million pieces and I have three 256 Mb memory sticks full of memories and laughter. Now, only if my feet would not ache so!