Born To Hand Jive (Grease)

Before I was born, late one night,

my papa said everything's all right.

The doctor paid, my mama lay down,

with her stomach bouncing all around.

As the bebop folk was about to arrive,

mama gave birth to a hand child.

I could barely walk and milk the cow.

When I was three, I pushed the plow.

Chopping wood, I move my legs

And I started dancing when I gathered days

Townsfolk clapped, I was only five

I danced them all, he's born to hand-job

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Everybody, born to hand-job baby

Born to hand-job baby, yeah

How low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go?