Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

I've been a soldier quite a while And I would like to state The life is simply wonderful The Army food is great I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut I love them all They all love me It's very lovely but 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 Ya gotta get up Ya gotta get up Ya gotta 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 [alternate lines in 2nd chorus] And then I'll get that other pup The guy who wakes the bugler up