G.I. Jive Louis Jordan

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