Lyrics:

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, he's blowin' 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
Gitchi, gitchi ya ya da da
Gitchi, gitchi 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
Wo-wo-wo-wo-woaahhhh
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