Before I was born late one night
My papa said, ‘Everything's alright'.
The doctor paid, my mama laid down
With her stomach bouncing all around,
‘Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to a 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 dance when I gathered eggs,
The townfolk clapped, I was only five,
Out-dance 'em all, he was born to hand jive.
Everybody!
Born to hand jive, baby!
Born to hand jive, baby!
Oh, yeah!
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
Higher!
Higher!
Higher!
Higher!
Now can you hand jive, baby?
Oh, can you hand jive, baby?
Born to hand jive, baby!
Born to hand jive, baby!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Born to hand jive, oh, yeah!