Hazel's Hips

Hazel's hips are a concert of contours and curves

As she slips to and fro 'round the tables she serves

They buy six meals a day at this funny cafe

'Cause they see Hazel that way

Hazel's eyes are divine and her hair is so fine

Oh but her hips bring the tips

Hazel's hips have a rhythm so gently controlled

That her trips to the kitchen are a joy to behold

They love to just sit and gaze at the way Hazel sways

When she's carrying trays

Hazel's eyes are divine and her hair is so fine

Ohh but those hips bring the tips

Hazel takes him his soup, gives him his cup of tea

His heart flips when he sees that she's smilin'

So he says, "Honey bunch can I have you for lunch?"

But Hazel just gives him a hunch

And says, "Don't gimme no line 'bout you think I'm so fine"

Ooh them hips bring the tips

Ooh, hey those hips

Doo, the hips, yeah