Dick Jacobs Petticoats Of Portugal Lyrics

When breezes blow petticoats of Portugal.
Theres 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 doesnt care!
Theres not a guy alive who doesnt thrive
On watching skirts go free!
Especially the petticoats of Portugal;