G.I. Jive - Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five
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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'
And reveille over your bed when you arrive
Ay, 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 café they call, "The Mess"
Ay, 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"
Ay, Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk
It's just the G. I. Jive, man alive
They give you a private tank
That features a little device called, "Fluid drive"
'Ay, Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk
If you're a P-F-C and you fail to salute to L-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T
Then you'll go to sleep before you count to five
But when you wake up in the mornin' you'll have to do the G. I. Jive