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Before I was born late one night
My Papa said: “Everything’s all right.”
The doctor laughed when mama lay down
With her stomach bouncin’ all around.
‘Cause a Be-Bop 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 choppin’ wood I moved my legs,
And started dancin’ while I gathered eggs.
The townfolk clapped,
I was only five
“He’ll outdance ‘em all,
He’s a born hand-jive.”

Yeeah…
Everybody!

Born to hand-jivee, baby,
Born to hand-jive, baby

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, you can Hand Jive, baby.
Oh, can you hand-jive, baby?
Oh yeah, can hand-jive, baby.
Oh, can you hand-jive, baby?

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…
Born to hand-jive, baby, oh yeah!

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