Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G. I. Jive - Original, artist - Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five.
Date of issue: 24.06.2006
Song language: English
G. I. Jive - Original |
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 |