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arthur fields - oh! how i hate to get up in the morning lyrics

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[verse 1]
the other day i chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine
he’d 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]
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;
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;
ill amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
and spend the rest of my life in bed

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;
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

[verse 2]
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 evry thing goes well with me i’ll be a bugler soon

[chorus]
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;
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;
ill amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily
and spend the rest of my life in bed

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;
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

- arthur fields lyrics

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