Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
Performer(s): Irving Berlin;
and various other artists
The other day I chanced to meet
a soldier friend of mine
Hed been in camp for sevral 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 Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
Youve got to get up, youve got to get up
Youve got to get up this morning!
Some day Im going to murder the bugler
Some day theyre going to find him dead
Ill 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 Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
Youve got to get up, youve got to get up
Youve 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 doesnt have to blow again until the afternoon
If evry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
Youve got to get up, youve got to get up
Youve got to get up this morning!
Some day Im going to murder the bugler
Some day theyre going to find him dead
Ill 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 Id love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call
Youve got to get up, youve got to get up
Youve 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"
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