When breezes blow petticoats of Portugal.
There뭩 quite a show on the streets of Portugal;
Each passer by winks his eye, whistles and smiles,
The ooh뭩 and ah뭩, loud hurrahs, echo for miles;
The shapely gams, 몁eath petticoats of Portugal.
Start traffic jams, But the cop on the square doesn뭪 care!
There뭩 not a guy alive who doesn뭪 thrive
On watching skirts go free!
Especially the petticoats of Portugal