Louis Jordan — G.I. Jive

The P-F-C, the C-P-L, the S-G-T, the L-T C-P, the O-D, the M-P makes you do catvee It's the G. I. Jive Man alive It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive 'Ey, Jack, that's the G. I. Jive Roodley-toot Jump in your suit Make a salute Au re veut After you wash and dress More or less You go get your breakfast from a beautiful little cafe they call "the Mess" 'Ey, Jack, when you convalesce Outta your seat Into the street Make with the feet Au reet If you're a P-V-T, your duty Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T This is the G. I. Jive Man alive They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive" Jack, after you revive Chuck all your junk Back in the trunk Fall on your bunk Clunk This is the G. I. Jive Man alive They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive" Jack, if you still survive Chuck all your junk Back in the trunk Fall on your bunk Clunk Soon you're countin' jeeps But before you count to five Seems you're right back diggin' that G. I. Jive