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Hawk-Eye - Frankie laine
Written by:B. Bryant
Hawk-eye
They call me hawk-eye
All the fellas call me hawk-eye
'Cause I never miss a trick
I can spot a pretty chick a mile away
One look and I can tell
Just how her lips are gonna taste
I know within a fraction what she measures in the waist
I know what's going on behind that twinkle in her eye
And that's why they call me hawk-eye
I keep my eyes wide open
And my gas buggy ready to ride
And nearly every evening
There's a pretty kitten sittin' by my side
They call me hawk-eye
It's the hawk
That gets the highest flying chicken every time
Even though a wolf has chased her up a tree
Well I can spot a doll
And have her cuddled in my arms
Before the average wolf begins to howl about her charms
I've got her kissed before he even had a chance to try
And that is why
They call me hawk-eye
Hawk-eye
Hawk-eye
Keep my eyes wide open
And my gas buggy ready to ride
And nearly every evening
There's a pretty kitten sittin' by my side
They call me hawk-eye
It's the hawk
That gets the highest flying chicken every time
Even though a wolf has chased her up a tree
Well I can spot a doll
And have her cuddled in my arms
Before the average wolf begins to howl about her charms
I've got her kissed before he even had a chance to try
And that is why
They call me hawk-eye