Lyrics G.I. Jive - Lloyd Price

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