In a tavern where the ale flows like a river wide,
There’s a wild tale of Carlotta Valentia, our pride,
With lips like ripe cherries and a laugh that ignites,
She’ll make even the straightest of men want some bites!
(Chorus)
Oh, Carlotta, sweet Carlotta, you fiery delight,
You’re the hell of a vision that haunts my damn nights,
With your wicked little smiles and a glimmering eye,
You’ve got me all tangled, like a damn


