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This is the G. I. Jive |
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Man alive |
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It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive |
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Jack, that's the G. I. Jive |
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Roodley-toot |
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Jump in your suit |
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Make a salute |
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Boot |
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After you wash and dress |
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More or less |
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You go get your breakfast in a beautiful little caf? they call "The Mess" |
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Jack, when you convalesce |
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Outta your seat |
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Into the street |
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Make with the feet |
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Reet |
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If you're a P-V-T, your duty |
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Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T |
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But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T |
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The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T |
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This is the G. I. Jive |
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Man alive |
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They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive" |
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Jack, after you revive |
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Chuck all your junk |
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Back in the trunk |
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Fall on your bunk |
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Clunk |
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This is the G. I. Jive |
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Man alive |
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They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive" |
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Jack, if you still survive |
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Chuck all your junk |
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Back in the trunk |
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Fall on your bunk |
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Clunk |
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Soon you're countin' jeeps |
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But before you count to five |
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Seems you're right back diggin' that G. I. Jive |
