When breezes blow petticoats of Portugal
There's quite a show on the streets of Portugal
Each passer by winks his eye, whistles and smiles,
The oohs and ahs, loud hurrahs, echo for miles
The shapely gams, neath petticoats of Portugal
Start traffic jams, But the cop on the square doesn't care!
There's not a guy alive who doesn't thrive
On watching skirts go free!
Especially the petticoats of Portugal