Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

Lyrics to song "Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning" Words and Music by Irving Berlin, 1918 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: "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!