When in Rome

When in Spain, for reasons I don't explain,

I remain enjoying a brew,

Don't deplore my fondness for Fundador -

You know how a Fundador can lead to a few -

And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.

If per chance I'm saying farewell to France,

And romance drops in from the blue;

Cher 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,

Why think of me bitterly? You know that I'm true -

'Cept now and then in Rome, I get that old yen in Rome

And naturally when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.

If I write happily, "Best wishes from Napoli,"

Don't cable me snappily to tell me we're through,

'Cause once again in Rome, in somebody's den in Rome

Well pussycat, when in Rome, I do as the Romans,

Disregard the signs and the omens,

When in Rome I do as the Romans do.