Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning Lyrics - Irving Berlin

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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:

CHORUS 1:

�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.�

CHORUS 2:

�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.

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