Hand Jive

I can do the mashed potato oh yeah, baby, I can do the twist I can even hand jive so I'll write it out like this my hand dances with the pen gracefully across the page I stop to breathe now and then before continuing my glide across my stage my mind is the choreographer planning every subtle move my heart is the director and my soul gets me in the groove listenin' to that Rock 'N' Roll I shake it as I write life's rhythm flows through my soul will you hand jive with me tonight?