Born to hand jive
Before I was born, late one night,
my papa said everything's alright
The doctor laughed, my 'ma laid down,
with her stomach bouncing all around
Cause the beebop 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 chopping wood, I move my legs,
and I started dancin' while I gathered eggs
Bowed and clapped, I was only five
And I danced 'em all, he's born to hand-jive
Born to hand-jive, baby,
born to hand-jive, baby - yeah
