Letra de la canción
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 ooh's and ah's, 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