Oh! How I Hate to Get Up In The Morning

"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!'"

Someday I'm going to murder the bugler

Someday they're going to find him dead

I'll amputate his reveille and stomp 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'rything 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!'"

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!