Vārdi: Grease. Born To Hand Jive.

Before I was born, late one night, my papa said everything's alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down, with a semitone bouncing all around
Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to the hand-jive

I could barely walk when I looked in town, when I was three, I pushed the fly
While jumping would I move my legs, and I saw the dance while I gathered A's
Bowed and clapped, I was only five
And I danced '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