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.