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, in Reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B Oh, you can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait She said love don't come easy It's a game of give and take, now break! Come on, launch! Sister go, sister slow, sister flow, sister Gitchy, gitchy, ya-ya, da-da-da Gitchy, gitchy, ya-ya, he-he-he Mocha chocolate, da-da-da Real lady mama love To be, ah, ah, to be, ah, ah 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