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He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up
And he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now (army now)
He's blowin' reveille (reveille)
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
Oh, you can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said, "Love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take"
Now, break!
Come on, lunch!
Hey sister, go sister
Soul sister, flow sister
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (hey, hey, hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here
Mocha Chocalata, ya ya
Creole lady Marmalade
And now it's time for a breakdown
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it
Never gonna get it
Never get it
