Born To Hand Jive

Before I was born, late one night, my papa said everything’s alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down, with a semitone bouncing all around
‘Cause the bebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to the hand-jive

I could barely walk when I moved to town, when I was three, I pushed a plow
While chopping wood I move my legs, and I started the dance while I gathered eggs
Bowed and 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
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, born to hand-jive, oh yeah!