Lyrics for Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning by Irving Berlin:
| | | Artist: | Irving Berlin |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 64 | | | | Lyrics: | 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:
CHORUS 1:
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.
CHORUS 2:
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.
(CHORUS 1)
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