Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning

Album: Yip-Yip-Yaphank (1918)
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  • 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

    '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

    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 Lyrics from a song in Public Domain

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