Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning / by Irving Berlin

VERSE 01: 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 01: "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 step upon it heavily,/And spend the rest of my life in bed.VERSE 02: 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.CHORUS 02: "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.