(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