Before I was born late one night
My Papa said "Everything's all right."
The doctor laughed when Ma lay down
With her stomach bouncin' all around.
'Cause a Be-Bop 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 choppin' wood I moved my legs,
And started dancin' while I gathered eggs.
The townfolk clapped, I was only five
"He'll outdance 'em all, he's a born Hand Jive."
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!
