Born To Hand Jive
Before I was born, late one night

My papa said everything's alri-ight

The doctor came, mama laid dow-own

With her stomach bouncing all arou-ound

'Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive

Mama gave birth to the hand-jive



I could barely walk when I milked a cow

When I was three, I pushed a plou-ough

While chopping wood, I'd move my le-egs

And I started to dance while I gathered e-eggs

Townfolk clapped, I was only five

I'll out-dance 'em all, "he's a born hand-jive"



Oh yeah, yeah, yeah - everybody



Born to hand-jive, baby,

Born to hand-jive, baby

Yeah



How low can you go

How low can you go

How low can you go

How low can you go



Higher, higher, higher and higher



Now can you hand-jive, baby

Oh can you hand-jive, baby

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!