Oh How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning
Irving Berlin
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; I’ll 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.