(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