[1st verse:]
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The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine
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He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he was looking fine
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His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red
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I asked him how he liked the life and this is what he said:
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[Refrain:]
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Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning
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Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
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For the hardest blow of all
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Is to hear the bugler call
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You've got to get up
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You've got to get up
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You've got to get up this morning
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Someday I'm going to murder the bugler
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Someday they're going to find him dead
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I'll amputate his reveille
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And step upon it heavily
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And spend the rest of my life in bed
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[2nd verse:]
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A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men
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He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again
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He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon
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If ev'rything goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon
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[Alternate lines in 2nd Refrain:]
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Oh! boy the minute the battle is over
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Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead
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I'll put my uniform away
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And move to Philadelphia
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Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
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| Irving Berlin |
