Before I was born late one night
My Papa said everything's alright
The doctor laughed, when mama laid down
With a stomach bouncing all around
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 dancing while I gathered eggs
Townfolk clapped, I was only five
He'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, yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh, yeah