Good Morning?

I woke up today. Late, as per usual.
And my very first thought was, "I hate waking up"

I'm not a very big fan of mornings.

Well, this song that my Grandpa, and then my mom used to sing, immediately popped into my head, and has been stuck there.
I look back on a couple of the songs he sang, and I get a little bit appalled that they were so violent, and I had no idea as a child.

Anyways, here's the lyrics :



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!

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'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!

And then I'll get the other pup,
The one that wakes the bugler up,
And spend, the rest of my life in bed.