Born To Hand Jive

(Album: Grease - 1978)

Before I was born, late one night
My papa said, "Everything's alright"
The doctor made my ma lay down
With her 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 I started dancing while I gathered eggs
Townsfolk clapped, I was only five
He'll out dance '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 (Yeah)
Born to hand jive, oh yeah!