Before I was born, late one night,
My papa said everything's alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down,
With the stomach bouncing all around
'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 plow
While chopping wood I moved my legs
And they saw me dancing when I gathered eggs
The townfolk clapped, I was only five
And I danced 'em all, he's born to 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 (Baby)
Oh yeah, can you hand-jive, baby (Can you hand-jive)
Oh can you hand-jive, baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yea!
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
