Born To Hand Jive

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?
Higher, higher, higher and higher
Now can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!