G.I. Jive ("War") - Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five

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