Beaches Soundtrack- Otto Titsling Chords

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_ Auto-tittsling inventor and [F] kraut had nothing to get very worked up about.
[Bbm] His inventions were failures, his future seemed [B] bleak.
[F] He fled to the opera, at least [Bb] twice a week. _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ One [G] night at the opera he [Gb] saw an Aida, [F] whose bust was so big it would often [Gb] impede her.
_ Beguiled, he watched her [Ebm] fall into the pit, [D] _ [F] dunging by the weight of those [Bbm] terrible tits.
Oh [B] my God!
There [Gb] she loathed!
Aerodynamically this girl [C] was a [Db] mess!
[Ebm] Auto-eyeballed the diva-lying, [Bbm] comatose monstery, [C] and he suddenly felt the [Gbm] fire of inspiration [B] flood [Bbm] his soul.
He [Eb] ran back [Bb] to his workshop where [B] he fudged and [Bb] fudged and fudged.
[Ebm] For Auto-tittsling had [Bbm] found his quest [F] to lift and mold [Gb] the female breast.
To point the [Bbm] small ones to the sky, [C] to keep the [F] big ones high and dry.
_ _ [Ebm] Every night [Bbm] he'd sweat and snort, [F] searching [Bbm] for the right support.
[Gb] He tried some string [F] and [Bbm] paperclay, [C] hey, he even tried [Fm] his own too.
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Well he [Gb] stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched until [D] finally one night, [Eb] in the wee hours of morning,
Auto arose from his [Ab] workbench triumphant.
Yet he had invented a word first over the shoulder-boulder holder.
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_ _ _ Exhausted but ecstatic, [Ebm] Auto ran out to the diva, bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
[Db] Now the diva did not want to try the dodging on, but [Bbm] after many initial [C] mishaps, she finally did.
And the sigh of relief [F] that he should port from her mouth was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the character wins which [Gb] I remember through the frightful with [F] all the engines.
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[E] But little [Eb] did Auto [D] know, at the moment of his greatest triumph lurking under the diva's bed,
was none other than the very worst of the French [B] patent [Db] thieves,
[E] [Ab] Philip [Db] [A] de Brazil.
[Ab] And [N] Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest.
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_ _ _ Later that night, while Auto was sunk [F] into the wardrobe of the [Bbm] French patent thieves,
he fumbled through knickers and [B] corsets [F] galore, until he found Auto's titsling and he ran [Bb] out the door.
[Ebm] Crying out, what [Bbm] a joy, what [F] bliss, I'm gonna make [Ebm] me a [Gb] million from this.
Every woman in the world will want to buy one.
I [C] will have all the goods [F] [G] manufactured [F] in Taiwan. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] The result of this swindle is [Bbm] pointedly clear.
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brrra [Gb]-thing? _ _
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