(Cy Coleman/Carolyn Leigh) When in Spain For reasons I don't explain I remain enjoying a brew Don't deplore my fondness For fundadoor You know how a fundadoor Can lead to a few And baby when in Rome I do as the Romans do If per chance I'm saying farewell to friends And romance Drops in from the blue Share amour I beg of you Please endure My taking a brief detour With somebody new It's just that when in Rome I do as the Romans do And though from Italy I lie to you prettily Don't think of me bitterly You know that I'm true 'Cept now & then in Rome I get that old yen in Rome Well naturally then in Rome I do as the Romans do If I cried happily Best wishes from Naples-y Don't cable me snappily You know that I'm true 'Cept now & then in Rome In somebody's den in Rome Well pussycat den in Rome I do as the Romans Disregard the signs & the omens When in Rome I do as the Romans do When I'm in Rome And don't come home I just do What the Romans do I do as the Romans