Before I was born late one night My Papa said "Everything's all right." The doctor laughed when Ma 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."
Born to Hand Jive, baby, Born to Hand Jive, baby So I grew up dancin' on the stage Doin' the Hand Jive became the rage But a jealous stud pulled a gun And said "Let's see how fast you run" Yeah, natural rhythm kept me alive Out-dodgin' bullets with the ol' Hand Jive!
Now you can 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, BORN TO HAND JIVE, OH YEAH! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
