Before I was born, late one night
My papa said everything's alright
The doctor came, mama laid down
With her stomach bouncing all around
'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 plough
While chopping wood, I'd move my legs
And I started to dance while I gathered 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!