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Before I was born, late one night |
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My papa said, "Everything's alright" |
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The doctor paid, my ma laid down |
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With a semitone bouncing all around |
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'Cause the bebop 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 milked a cow |
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When I was three, I pushed a plow |
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While chopping wood, I moved my legs |
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And they saw me dancing when I gathered eggs |
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The townsfolk 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 |
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Born to hand jive, baby, yeah |
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How low can you go? How low can you go? |
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How low can you go? How low can you go? |
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Higher, higher, higher and higher! |
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Now can you hand jive, baby |
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Oh, can you hand jive, baby |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah |
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Born to hand jive, oh yeah! |
