Before I was born
late one night
My papa said
everything's alright
The doctor paid,
mama laid down
With her stomach
bouncing all around
'Cos 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 the plough
While chopping wood
I'd move my legs
And I started to dance
when I gathered eggs
Townfolk clapped
I was only five
I'll outdance 'em all
he was 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, yeah
Born to hand jive,
oh yeah