Born to hand jive (feat. jacob artist, melissa benoist)

Before i was born, late one night,
My papa said everything's alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down,
With the 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 cown,
When i was three, i pushed the plow
While chopped the wood i moved my legs,
And they saw me dancing while i gathered the eggs
The time for clapped, i was only five,
And i danced them 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! can you hand-jive baby,
Oh, can you hand-jive baby.
Oh yeah! oh yeah! oh yeah! oh yeah! yeah! oh yeah! (oh yeah!)
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!