(words & music by fred wise - ben weisman - dolores fuller) The way she moves her hips to her fingertips I feel I'm heaven bound And when she starts to sway, I've gotta say She really move the grass around
Rock-a-hula baby Rock-a-hula baby Got a hula lulu from honolulu That rock-a-hula baby of mine
Although I love to kiss my little hula miss I never get the chance I wanna hold her tight all through the night But all she wants to do is dance
I bet that she could teach the palms along the beach To sway when breezes blow And birds up in the sky could learn to fly By watchin' how my baby can go
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