Born to Hand Jive
Before I was born late one night,My Papa said everything's alrightThe doctor laughed,when mama laid down,With a stomach bouncing all aroundMama gave birth to the hand-jive
I could barely walk when I milked a cowWhen I was three, I pushed a plowWhile chopping wood I moved my legs,And I started dancing while I gathered eggsTownfolk clapped, I was only fivehe'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 higherNow can you hand-jive, baby?Oh can you hand-jive, baby?Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeahBorn to hand-jive, oh yeah!