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