Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning, artist - Irving Berlin.
Date of issue: 02.01.2010
Song language: English
Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning |
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. |
(CHORUS 1) |
(CHORUS 2) |