[Verse 1]
On the table of the living room that shines like a wooden shoe
There's a nice doily and an oyster-shaped ashtray
There are plastic fruits very well imitated
In a cup of cristal that is very well broken
On the walls of the hall, there are Chamois horns
To put on the keys of the cave where no one goes
The little African statues put next to eachother on the shelf
And the little glass-made animals, Venetian crap

[Chorus]
It's tiny, at Titi's mom's house
It's a bit like Italy
It's happiness, misery and boredom
It's death, it's life

[Verse 2]
There's a nice bullfight on an ugly hand fan
Put right above the sofa like a scarecrow
On the black lacework, there's the death of the bull
That is having a hard time believing he's not under Franco anymore
There's a poor virgin, both feet in the water
That gets covered in snow when you shake it
The stupid barometer in a sailor's anchor
And a picture of the dog taken from a magazine

[Chorus]
It's tiny, at Titi's mom's house
But there's everything I told you
This woman, if you don't know her
You won't believe, you won't believe

[Verse 3]
On the television that sits one day I read a book
I think it was Le Grand Meaulnes near the copper cooking pot
In the newspaper hold, made in rattan you guessed it
There's us two, the Figaro, the La Redoute catalog
And at the end of the hallway there's my mate's room
Where his guitars, his jacket and his boots live
His comics collecting and somewhere in this mess
The end of a blunt and an old New Look merch

[Chorus]
It's tiny, at Titi's mom's house
But Titi doesn't give a shit
He tells me that his live
Is tiny as well
And that his house, is everywhere

[Verse 4]
And when he talks about leaving, her mother tells him he's crazy
That's he's not even married, that his girls are bitches
And that if he left, there's now way he'd come back
With his dirty clothes to put in the washing machine every week
So he stays here, muffled but loved
Looks after the cats a little while waiting on a job to show up
He would love to be a singer, what does his mom do though?
Knowing that he has a nice voice like the one his dad had

[Chorus]
It's tiny, at Titi's mom's house
It's a bit like Italy
It's happiness, misery and boredom
It's death, it's life
It's tiny, at Titi's mom's house
It's a bit like Italy
It's happiness, misery and boredom
It's death, it's life