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