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!

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!