Con una falda de Percal Planchá

With a starched percale skirt
And some black patent leather shoes
In the fringed shawl all wrapped up
Grace of God walks through those streets
With the handkerchief placed like this
And the pants very tight and just right
The dandy strolls through Madrid
Showing off everything that God gave him
And they go to the dance spreading salt
And if it's a chotis
He asks for it
And if they hold each other firmly and such
The movement begins, you see
With a starched percale skirt
And some black patent leather shoes
In the fringed shawl all wrapped up
Grace of God walks through those streets
And seeing us in the bombi
Coincidentally
Where daily
We take a few turns of the chotis
No one can keep up with us
Not in Italy nor in Madrid
Nor dance with the grace and style of Madrid