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Before I was born late one night, My papa said everything's alright. The doctor paid, my mama laid down, With a 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 a cow When I was three, I pushed a plow. While chopping wood I moved my legs, And they saw me dancing while I gathered eggs. The downfall cracked, I was only five I’ll dance em' all "He's a born a 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! From Letras Mania