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 her stomach bouncing all around

'Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive

Mama gave birth to a 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 dance when I gathered eggs

The townfolk clapped, I was only five

Out-dance 'em all, he was born to hand-jive!

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah - everybody

Born to hand-jive, baby

Born to hand-jive, baby

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, yeah!

Now can you hand jive, baby?

Oh can you hand jive, baby? (Baby, yeah!)

Oh yeah can you hand jive, baby? (Can you hand jive?)

Oh can you hand jive baby? (Baby!)

Oh yeah (Oh yeah)

Oh yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)

Oh yeah (Oh yeah)

Born to hand jive, oh yeah!

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