Otto Titsling lyrics

Artist  : Vengaboys 
Song : Otto Titsling



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 Otto Titsling, inventor and krout,

had
nothing to get very worked up about.

His
inventions were failures, his future seemed
bleak.

He fled to the opera at least twice
a week



One night at the opera he saw
an aida

who's bust was so big it would often
impede her.

Bug-eyed he watched her fall
into the pit,

done in by the weight of
those terrible tits.



Oh, my god!
There she blows!

Aerodynamically this girl
was a mess.

Otto eye-balled the diva lying
comatose amongst the reeds,

and he suddenly
felt the fire of inspiration

flood his
soul.

He ran back to his workshop

where he futzed and futzed and futzed.



For Otto Titsling had found his
quest:

to lift and mold the female
breast;

to point the small ones to the
sky;

to keep the big ones high and dry!



Every night he'd sweat and snort

searching for the right support.

He tried
some string and paper clips.

Hey! He even
tried his own two lips!



Well, he
stitched and he slaved

and he slaved and he
stitched

until finally one night, in the wee
hours of morning,

Otto arose from his
workbench triumphant.

Yes! He had invented
the worlds first

over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!



Exhausted but ecstatic Otto ran

out to the diva

bearing the prototype in
his hot little hand.

Now, the diva did not
want to try the darn thing on.

But, after
many initial mishaps,

she finally did.

And the sigh of relief that issued forth

from her mouth

was so loud that it was
mistaken by some

to be the early onset of
the Seraken Winds

which would often roll
through the Schwarzwald

with a
vengence!

Ahhhhh-i!



But little
did Otto know,

at the moment of his greatest
triumph,

lurking under the diva's bed

was none other than the very worst

of the
french patent thieves,

Phillip
DeBrassiere.

And Phil was watching the
scene

with a great deal of interest!



Later that night, while Broom Hilda
slept,

into the wardrobe Phillip softly
crept.

He fumbled through knickers and
corsets galore,

'til he found Otto's
titsling and he ran out the door.



Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!

I'm gonna make me a million from this!

Every woman in the world will wanna buy
one.

I will have all the goods manufactured
in Taiwan."



The result of this
swindle is pointedly clear:

Do you buy a
titsling or do you buy a brassiere?