Paroles
The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine
He'd been in camp for several weeks and he was looking fine
His muscles had developed, and his cheeks were rosy red
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 I'd 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
I'll amputate his reveille and step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh, how I'd 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
I'll sneak into his room some night and fill his horn with dynamite
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
He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon
If everything goes well with me, I'll be a bugler soon
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh, how I'd 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!
I'll put my uniform away and move to Philadelphia
And spend the rest of my life in bed
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh, how I'd 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
But first I'm going to get the pup, the guy who wakes the bugler up
And spend the rest of my life in bed
