Текст песни Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning - Irving Berlin
The
other
day
I
chanced
to
meet
a
soldier
friend
of
mine,
He'd
been
in
camp
for
sev'ral
weeks
and
he
was
looking
fine;
His
muscles
had
developed
and
his
cheeks
were
rosy
red,
I
asked
him
how
he
liked
the
life,
and
this
is
what
he
said:
'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!
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
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.'
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.
'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!
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
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.'
Альбом
Irving Berlin
1 God Bless America
2 On the Avenue
3 He Ain't Got Rhythm
4 The Girl On the Police Gazette
5 You're Laughing At Me
6 This Year's Kisses
7 I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm
8 Slumming On Park Avenue
9 You're Laughing At Me
10 This Years Kisses (Reprise)
11 Four Jills in a Jeep: The Champ
12 You'll Have to Swing It (Mr.Paganini)
13 Ohio
14 You Send Me
15 How many times do I have to tell you
16 The Caissons Go Rolling Along: Finale
17 Alexander's Ragtime Band
18 Ragtime Violin
19 The International Rag
20 Now It Can Be Told
21 Now It Can Be Told (Reprise)
22 When the Midnight Choo Choo Leaves for Alabam'
23 In the Y M C A
24 Blue Skies
25 Pack Up Your Sins and Go to the Devil
26 What'll I Do? My Walking Stick
27 Remember / Everybody Step / All Alone
28 Marie
29 Easter Parade
30 Alexander's Ragtime Band
31 This Is the Army Overture: Your Country and My Country, My Sweetie
32 This Is the Army Mr. Jones
33 Mandy
34 The Army's Made a Man Out of Me
35 That's What the Well-Dressed Man in Harlem Will Wear
36 With My Head in the Clouds - American Eagles
37 Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning
38 This Time Is the Last Time
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