Hip Mo Toast

In a distant land where romance took my hand

I met a girl whose eyes were like a storm

Her tempting charms would set off fire alarms

She danced into the night and love was born

She possesses a certain mystique

Hypnotises and makes you go weak

You see Señor, some say that “less is more”

The girl had something no one could ignore

She was a cracker jacker wacker smacker packa full of Aka Daka

Girl who liked to have herself a ball

But in the end it didn’t matter ‘cos the girl who liked to chatter

Only came in at a tiny three foot tall

Still all the men would go insane, a chance to dance with her again

Would have them lining up at her front door

She was a wiener, a dreamer, a teeny dancing queena

And you really couldn’t beat her on the floor

Up like a wizzy fizzy hizzy busy bird and dizzy Birdland missy

She would have a night out on the town

And all the boysies with their toysies making noisies to get joysies

Would move heaven if they just could flag her down

Oh but she doesn’t give a rats bananarama roller rink

Because she’s out there getting down tonight

There is no leaner, or meaner, teeny signorina and she’s

Surely gonna set your heart alight

With a microphone and a swingin’ band

She sings a storm up every night

And all the boys line up, wanna be her man

And all the boys go (mm mm!) when she walks by

Rockin’ like a woppin’ boppin’ doo-wop singin’ popper

Crackin’ whips to bring it on again

My wee Bonita getting sweeter by the margarita litre

Want to eat her like pack of vitamin

There’s no comparing to the raring of the daring she is wearing

Baring funky chicken moves to burn

There is no sweeter granita or neater señorita

And she’s surely got a lesson you could learn

Whoa Bonita, whoa! Whoa Bonita, whoa! Whoa Bonita, whoa!