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.   Oh, can you Hand Jive, baby?   Born to Hand Jive, baby,    Born to Hand Jive, baby.      Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,    BORN TO HAND JIVE, OH YEAH!