Before I was born late one night,
My papa said everything's alright.
The doctor paid, my mama laid down,
With a stomach bouncing all around
'cause the bebop 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 plow.
While chopping wood I moved my legs,
And they saw me dancing while I gathered eggs.
The downfall cracked, I was only five
I'll dance em' all
"He's a born a 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!