Letra Otto tittsling Bette Midler

Otto tittsling

"This next story is a true story. It concerns to of my favorite subjects:
Industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a
German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true
Story. His name was Otto Titsling. What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't
Happen to a schnauzer. It's a very sad story. I feel i have to share it with
You."

Otto Titsling, inventor and crout,
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
Whose 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 t-ts.

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 or 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 stiched 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 he ran
Down to the diva's house
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 the diva's 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 vengance!
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 our 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 can have all the goods manufactures in Taiwan."

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?