The other day I chanced to meet
He'd been in camp for sevral weeks
His muscles had developed and his
I asked him how he liked the life
And this is what he said:
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
You've got to get up, you've got to get up
You've got to get up this morning!
Some day I'm going to murder thе bugler
Some day they'rе going to find him dead
Ill amputate his reveille
And spend the rest of my life in bed
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
You've got to get up, you've got to get up
You've got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
And spend the rest of my life in bed
A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
He wakes the boys at five and
Then goes back to bed again
Again until the afternoon
If evry thing goes well with me
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
You've got to get up, you've got to get up
You've got to get up this morning!
Some day I'm going to murder the bugler
Some day they're going to find him dead
Ill amputate his reveille
And spend the rest of my life in bed
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call
You've got to get up, you've got to get up
You've got to get up this morning!
Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
And spend the rest of my life in bed