When in Spain, for reasons I don't explain,
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I remain enjoying a brew,
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Don't deplore my fondness for Fundador -
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You know how a Fundador can lead to a few -
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And baby when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
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If per chance I'm saying farewell to France,
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And romance drops in from the blue;
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Cher amour, I beg of you, please endure
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My taking a brief detour with somebody new -
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It's just that when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
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And though from Italy I lie to you prettily,
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Why think of me bitterly? You know that I'm true -
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'Cept now and then in Rome, I get that old yen in Rome
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And naturally when in Rome, I do as the Romans do.
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If I write happily, "Best wishes from Napoli,"
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Don't cable me snappily to tell me we're through,
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'Cause once again in Rome, in somebody's den in Rome
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Well pussycat, when in Rome, I do as the Romans,
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Disregard the signs and the omens,
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When in Rome I do as the Romans do.
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When In Rome
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| Tony Bennett |
