(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