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Otto Titsling - Bette Midler (贝蒂·米德勒)
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
Who's bust were so big they 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 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 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 the 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 vengeance
But little did Otto know
At the moment of his greatest triumph
Lurking under the divas bed
Was none other than the very worst
Of the french patentees
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 would 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