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.
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