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 milked a cow
When I was three I pushed a plow
While chopping wood I moved my legs
And they saw me dancing when I gathered eggs
The townfolk 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!