Born to Hand Jive

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!