Before I was born, late one night
My papa said everything's alri-ight
The doctor came, mama laid dow-own
With her stomach bouncing all arou-ound
'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 plou-ough
While chopping wood, I'd move my le-egs
And I started to dance while I gathered e-eggs
Townfolk clapped, I was only five
I'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 higher
Now can you hand-jive, baby
Oh can you hand-jive, baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
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