One night the moon was so mellow, Rosita met young Manuelo,

He held her like this, this lovely miss, and stole a kiss, this fellow.

He said he was glad he'd met her, and soon he would come and get her,

But she said "No, no, I cannot go until I know you better."

Ti-pi-ti-pi-tin, ti-pi-tin, ti-pi-ti-pi-ton, ti-pi-ton.

He kept on a'stealing and he had a feeling she was satisfied.

Ti-pi-ti-pi-tin, ti-pi-tin, ti-pi-ti-pi-ton, ti-pi-ton.

She was saying "Go, sir!" so he held her closer, and how he complied.