Grease — Born To Hand Jive | караоке с текстом песни

I was born late one night. My papa said everything is all right. Because I met my mama down. With something bouncing all around. Because the beebop stork was about to arrive. Mama gave birth to the handshake. Like a baby boy when I used to count. But now at three I'm Mr. Clout. Well, I stopped and moved, and moved my leg. Started to dance when I gathered eggs. The temple block was on the fire. He loved dancing balls. He's a born hand job. Everybody! Born to hand jive, baby. Born to hand jive, baby. Oh, yeah. Hey, hey. Get off. Get off of her. Speaker 2: . Say something. How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? Oh. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Yeah, that's it. Yeah.