G.I. Jive
By Johnny Mercer
Published 1943

This is the G.I. Jive, man alive,
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveilee
over your bed wen you arrive.
Jack, that's the G.I. Jive,
Rootle-tee too! Jump in your suit,
make a salute, (Spoken) Voot!
After you wash and dress, more or less,
You go get your breakfast
in a beautiful little cafe they call the mess.
Jack, when you convalesce,
Out of your seat, into the street,
make with the feet! (Spoken) Reet!
If you're a P.V.T.
your duty is to salute the L-I-E-U-T;
But i fyou brush the L-I-E-U-T,
The M.P. make you K.P. on the Q.T.
This is the G.I. Jive, man alive,
They give you a priavte 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. (Spoken) Clunk!
This is the bunk! (Spoken) Clunk!
Soon you're countin' Jeeps,
But before you count to five,
Seems you're right back diggin' that G.I. Jive.