Before I was born, late one night,My papa said everything's alrightThe doctor paid, mama laid down,With the stomach bouncing all aroundCause the beebop stork was about to arriveMama gave birth to the Hand-Jive.
I could barely walk when I milked a cown,When I was three, I pushed the plowWhile chopped the wood I moved my legs,And they saw me dancing while I gathered the eggsthe time for clapped, I was only five,And I danced them all, he's born to Hand-Jive;
Oh yeah, yeah, yeahEverybody
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, babyOh yeah! can you Hand-Jive baby,Oh, can you Hand-Jive baby.Oh yeah! oh yeah! oh yeah! oh yeah! yeah! oh yeah! (oh yeah!)Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!