Before I was born, late one night,
my papa said everything's alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down,
with a semitone bouncing all around
Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to the hand-jive
I could barely walk when I looked in town,
when I was three, I pushed the fly
While jumping would I move my legs,
and I saw the dance while I gathered
A's Bowed and clapped, I was only five
And I danced 'em all, he's 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,
born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
