Some women long for a man in their lives.
A real man when the time arrives.
Franca, she loves Ottokar.
Six months and a day so far.
But now and then if you get near
It’s Paula whispering in his ear:
You’re the dream of my sleepless nights.
Oh! Oh! Ottokar!
You know just how to make me swoon.
I love you in the morning, I love you at noon.
But I love you most by the light of the moon.
You’re the dream of my sleepless nights.
Oh! Oh! Ottokar!

As it does, time has passed.
Sixth months have gone away at last.
Sweet Paula has been cast aside,
It’s Ilse who’s the blushing bride.
And now and then if you get near
It’s Ilse’s voice in Ottokar’s ear: