| Before I was born, late one night,
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| My papa said everything’s alright
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| The doctor laughed when Ma lay down
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| With her stomach bouncing all around
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| Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive
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| Mama gave birth to the hand-jive
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| I could barely walk when I milked a cow
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| When I was three I pushed a plow
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| While chopping wood I moved my legs
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| I started dancing when I gathered eggs
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| The townfolk clapped, I was only five
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| He’ll out dance 'em all, he’s born to hand-jive
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| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah — everybody
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| Born to hand-jive, baby,
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| Born to hand-jive, baby
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| Born to hand-jive, baby,-oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Born to hand-jive, baby,
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| Born to hand-jive, baby,
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| Born to hand-jive, baby,-oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
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| Born to hand-jive, oh yeah! |