Hazel's Hips

hazel's hips (male vocal): hazel's hips are a concert of contours and curves, as she slips to and fro 'round the tables she serves; i buy six meals a day in my fav'rite cafe, 'cause i see hazel that way. hazel's eyes are divine and her hair is so fine, yeah! but her hips bring the tips! hazel dips me my soup, serves me my cup of tea, my heart flips when i see hazel smilin' at me; so i say, 'honeybunch, can't i have you for lunch?' but hazel just gives me a hunch. hazel's legs are a toast and her waist is the most, 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; love to just sit and gaze at the way hazel sways, when she's carryin' trays. hazel's eyes are divine and her hair is so fine, but her hips, yeah, her hips! (female vocal): don't you hand me no line 'bout you think i'm so fine, here's a tip, hazel's hip!