Before I was born, late one night
My papa said everything's alright
The doctor laughed, my 'ma 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 plow
While chopping wood, I moved my legs
And I started to dance while I gathered eggs
The townfolk clapped, I was only five
He'll out-dance 'em all, he was born to hand-jive!

Everybody!
Born to hand-jive, baby!
Born to hand-jive, baby!
Oh, yeah!

How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?
How low can you go?

Higher!
Higher!
Higher!
Higher!

Now can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh can you hand-jive, baby?
Born to hand-jive, baby?
Born to hand-jive, baby?

Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah!
Born to hand-jive, oh, yeah!