When in Spain, for reasons I don't explain, I remain enjoying the view. Don't deplore my fondness for Funderdawg, You know how a Funderdawg can lead to a feud. And baby, when in Rome, I do as the Romans do. If perchance 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. Except now and then in Rome, I get that old yen in Rome, And that's a late win in Rome, I do as the Romans do. If I ride happily, best wishes from Napoli, Don't cable me snappily to tell me we're through. But once again in Rome, in somebody's den in Rome, Well, Pussycat, then in Rome, I do as the Romans, Disregard the signs and the omens, When in Rome, I do as the Romans do.