Su majestad el chotis
Sara Montiel
His Majesty the Chotis
As, I am a true Madrilenian at heart
I feel great disgust
For the tuesteses and the fox-trots
Because, where is the chotis
When it is danced, with enthusiasm
One feels dizzy and enraptured
Unable to help it
That it cannot be
That it cannot be
Dancing the chotis
Without turning around
Very tight, very swaying
As it is danced in the Cayao dance
That is the dance that is danced with bati and oles
Because the chotis is marked here in Madrid
The same in Vistillas, as in Chamberis
If you want me to teach you
I give lessons from two to three
And I have the academy, next to San Andrés Square
There in, four lessons
I teach you the chotis
But really
In the end, what remains is the Cakebal
More fecal
Than the Abroñigal stream
That it cannot be
That it cannot be
Dancing the chotis translated from English
Mistified, disheveled
As they dance it in the court of Micao
You dance more than the successor
Of Rocambole
Because the chotis is danced here in Madrid
The same in Vistillas as in Chamberis.