Super Duper Hula Hooper

(Murray's Club, a fairly seedy basement in Soho, relatively empty tonight, with a scattering of men in suits, each at his individual small table, some engaged in earnest conversation with respectably dressed but over-made-up young women. A small orchestra plays some jaunty late-fifties-type melody. A Crooner sings energetically into a microphone, standing in front of the tiny cabaret stage, on which, at the back, are three girls wearing skimpy grass skirts, topless, entirely motionless as the law required, one arm up holding a pineapple, among them an exceptionally pretty dark girl of sixteen with a mass of copper hair: CHRISTINE KEELER; in front of them, half a dozen Singer-Dancers, also grass-skirted and pineapple-fronded, revealingly dressed but not topless, all spinning hula-hoops. STEPHEN WARD moves confidently towards a table at the side and takes a seat. It's the summer of 1959.)

If you wanna make friends

Spin your body round and round!

Don't let your hoop

Fall to the ground

Everyone can do this

Grab yourself a little fun

Follow me

And see how it's done

Long as you got rhythm

You got all that you need

Don't be a party-pooper

Be a Super Duper Hula Hooper!

Super Duper Hula with me!

Make believe you're in Waikiki

Underneath the coconut tree

Don't be a party-pooper

Be a Super Duper Hula Hooper!

Put your hoop around you

Let your body start to sway

Feel the real world

Slipping away

C'mon, all you hoopers

You'll feel great when you gyrate

Perfect dance

For losing some weight

Long as you got rhythm

You got all that you need

Don't be a party-pooper

Be a Super Duper Hula Hooper!

Lift your lazy butt off that chair

Hooping's like a breath of fresh air

They hoop in Paris and in Times Square

Everybody's hooping everywhere!

Super Duper Hula with me

Make believe you're in Waikiki

Underneath the coconut tree

Don't be a party pooper

Be a Super Duper Hula Hooper!

Ooh, yeah! Hooh! Thank you, thank you very much!