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Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning

Irving Berlin
Language: English


Irving Berlin


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 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 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 step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed.‎



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