Born To Hand Jive (From "Grease Live!" Music From The Television Event)

Before I was born, late one night,

my papa said everything's alright.

The doctor laughed, 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 wood, I moved my legs,

and I started to dance while I gathered eggs.

The townfolk clapped, I was only five,

He'll out-dance 'em all, he was born to hand-jive!

Everybody!

Born to hand-jive, baby!

Born to hand-jive, baby!

Oh, yeah!

How low can you go?

How low can you go?

How low can you go?

How low can you go?

Higher!

Higher!

Higher!

Higher!

Now can you hand-jive, baby?

Oh can you hand-jive, baby?

Born to hand-jive, baby?

Born to hand-jive, baby?

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!