I've always been a restless rover
In search of femininity
I've met the pretty girls all over
But only one appealed to me
My heart I gaily tossed her
This Spanish kid, in old Madrid
She captured me and then I lost her
And ever since I'm off my lid I never will forget her face
I'm searching for her every place.
I'm looking for Titina – Titina, my Titina,
I've searched from Palistina, to London and Peru.
I'll die without Titina, I can't eat my farina,
I don't want Rose or Lena, Titina I want you.
Oh Mama! Oh Papa!
You ought to see Titina – Titina my Titina
Oh boy you've never seen a Girl like this
Titina She's only seventeen-a
And look just like a queen-a
She is sweeter than Wheatena
Titina is some gal...
She’s not too tall, not too lean; not too fat – she’s in between
She’s got two eyes and rolls them hot; got two feet – That’s all she’s got
She dances all the Spanish reels; never uses rubber heels
She shakes the nasty castanets; she’s not a girl a friend forgets
You ought to see Titina – Titina, my Titina
Somehow I’m getting thiner, for that great bambolina
I used to play casina, but now I’m off my bean-ah
I play her concertina – Titina is some gal...
Oh Mama! Oh Papa!