Testo: V. Ciprì
Musica: B. Enderle 

Hand-bone, hand-bone slap your knee
Hand-bone, hand-bone follow me
Hand-bone, hand-bone roots in time
Hand-bone, hand-bone feeling fine

Hand-bone, hand-bone what do you say
Hand-bone, hand-bone wanna see that day
Hand-bone, hand-bone keep that beat
Hand-bone, hand-bone hands and feet

One fine day gonna tell you my tale
Of a golden child he was born so pale
Lived his life like he living a dream
Fishing for a whale in a dried up stream

Gone crazy , crazy

Thought one day gonna catch that whale
Left his pole and set for sail
To this day you can see him stride
Upon that whale like a horse back ride

Gone crazy, crazy

Even though still mamma don’t know
She praying for the day he come back home
Hand-bone, hand-bone time is up
Hand-bone, hand-bone time for sup