Keep your eyes on the hands

Whenever you’re watching a hula girl dance
You gotta be careful, you’re tempting romance
Don’t keep your eyes on her hips
Her naughty hula hips
Keep your eyes on the hands

Remember she’s telling a story to you
Her opu is swaying, but don’t watch the view
Don’t concentrate on the swing
It doesn’t mean a thing
Keep your eyes on the hands

And when she goes around the island
Swinging hips so tantalizing
Just keep your eyes where they belong
Because the hula has a feeling That will send your senses reeling It makes a weak man strong [alternate version]
And when her grass skirt goes a-swishing
Keep your head and don’t go wishing
That you would like to mow the lawn

Your eyes are revealing
You’re fooling no one
No use in concealing
You’re having some fun

But if you’re too young to date
Or over ninety-eight
Keep your eyes on the hands
They tell the story
Just keep your eyes on the hands