Born to Hand Jive - The Theatreland Chorus

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 looked in town, when I was three, I pushed the fly

While jumping would I move my legs, and I saw the dance while I gathered A’s

Bowed and 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!