| Before I was born, late one night, my papa said everything’s alright
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| The doctor paid, mama laid down, with a semitone 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 looked in town, when I was three, I pushed the fly
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| While jumping would I move my legs, and I saw the dance while I gathered A’s
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| Bowed and clapped, I was only five
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| And I danced '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, born to hand-jive, baby — yeah
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| 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
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| Now can you hand-jive, baby, oh can you hand-jive, baby
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, born to hand-jive, oh yeah! |