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.
