| This is the G. I. Jive |
| Man alive |
| It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive |
| Jack, that’s the G. I. Jive |
| Roodley-toot |
| Jump in your suit |
| Make a salute |
| Boot! |
| After you wash and dress |
| More or less |
| You go get your breakfast in a beautiful little café they call «The Mess» |
| Jack, when you convalesce |
| Outta your seat |
| Into the street |
| Make with the feet |
| Reet! |
| If you’re a P-V-T, your duty |
| Is to salute to L-I-E-you-T |
| But if you brush the L-I-E-you-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 |
| These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above |
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