PETTICOATS OF PORTUGAL Lyrics

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. Dick Jacobs And His Orchestra - PETTICOATS OF PORTUGAL - http://motolyrics.com/dick-jacobs-and-his-orchestra/petticoats-of-portugal-lyrics.html

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