Before I was born late one night,
My papa said everything's alright.
The doctor paid, my mama laid down,
With a stomach bouncing all around
‘cause the bebop 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 plow.
While chopping wood I moved my legs,
And they saw me dancing while I gathered eggs.
The downfall cracked, I was only five
I’ll dance em' all
"He's a born a 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, yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
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