Man of Constant Sorrow
Footballguy
Sha Na Na - Born To Hand Shukewake me when it rightfully evolves into the handShuke![]()
OK cats, throw your mittens around your kittens and away we go!
Before I was born, late one night, my papa said everything's alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down, with a semitone bouncing all around
'Cause the bebop stork was about to juke
Mama gave birth to the hand-shuke
I could barely walk when I moved to town, when I was three, I pushed a plow
While chopping wood I move my legs, and I started the dance while I gathered eggs
Bowed and clapped, I was just a puke
And I danced 'em all, he's born to hand-shuke
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah - everybody
Born to hand-shuke, baby, born to hand-shuke, baby - yeah
How low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go, how low can you go
Higher, higher, higher and higher
Now can you hand-shuke, baby, oh can you hand-shuke, baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, born to hand-shuke, oh yeah!