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,