Born To Hand Jive

Sha-Na Na
Muzikál: Pomáda

Before I was born, late one night 
My papa said everything's alright 
The doctor paid, my ma laid down 
With her stomach bouncing all around 
'Cause the beebop 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 would I move my legs 
And I started to dance while I gathered eggs 
Townfolk clapped, I was only five 
I'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, born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
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