Before I was born, late one night
My papa said everything's alright
The doctor made my ma lay down
With her stomach bouncing all around
'Cause the bebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to the hand jive

I could barely walk when I milked the cow
When I was three, I pushed a plow
While chopping wood I move my legs
And I started dancing while I gathered eggs
Townfolk clapped, I was only five
"He'll out dance '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 (yeah)
Born to hand jive, oh, yeah

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey