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!
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