He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
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He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
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He was the top man at his craft,
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but then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
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He's in the army now. He's blowin' reveille.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
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It really brought him down because he could not jam.
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The captain seemed to understand,
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because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the band.
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And now the company jumps when he plays reveille.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot.
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He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
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He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar
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is playin' with him.
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And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
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he was busy as a busy bee.
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And when he played he made the company jump eight to the bar.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
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he blows it eight to the bar.
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He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
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isn't with him.
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And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night,
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and wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright.
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They clap their hands and stamp their feet,
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'cause they know how it goes when someone gives him a beat.
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Woah, woah, he wakes 'em up when he plays reveille.
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The boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot
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he's blowin' eight to the bar.
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Yeah, he can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
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isn't, woah, with him.
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And the company jumps when he plays reveille.
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He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
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Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
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| Bette Midler |
