Born To Hand Jive

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!