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!