Irving Berlin

“ 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."
Second Verse
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’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon. ”

“ The other day I chanced to see a soldier friend of mine Irving Berlin Oh How I Hate to Get up in the Morning 1c.jpg Irving Berlin - Arthur Fields - Oh! ”