Born to hand jive
(Sha - Na - Na)

Hound dog Spä¯ Tears on my pillow

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!
Hound dog Spä¯ Tears on my pillow