G.I. Jive
From: ralph CommentsI'm doing a large paper on music during times of war, and I need the lyrics to this song to analyze them. If you have them could you email them to me at ralphee@wpi.edu Also, if you know of any lyrics servers or web pages with a lot of WWI and WWII era stuff, that would be helpful. Thanks! From: webmaster@johnnymercer.com
CommentsG.I.Jive by Johnny Mercer 1943 for educational and research purposes This is the G.I.Jive, Man alive. It starts with the bugler, Blowin' reveille over your head, When you arrive. Jack, that's the G.I.Jive, Root-tie-tee toot, Jump in your suit, Make a salute(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(Reet!) If you're a P.V.T. your duty, Is to salute the 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!) Soon you're countin' Jeeps, But before you count to five, Seems you're right back diggin' that, G.I.Jive! |
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