Oh! How I Hate to Get up in the Morning - Various Artists/Arthur Fields
The other day I chanced to
Meet a soldier friend of mine
He'd been in camp for sev'ral 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
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 ev'ry thing 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
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
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
