Born To Hand

Before I was born late one night, My papa said everything's alright The doctor laughed, when mama laid down, With a stomach bouncing all around 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 I started dancing while I gathered eggs Townfolk clapped, I was only five He'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?