Oh, How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning

Les dejo la letra de una cancioncita escrita por Irving Berlin, un músico de los años '10 - '20, que tuvo que ir a la Primera Guerra Mundial. El tipo pasó de una vida de trasnoches a levantarse como la diana por las mañanas, onda cinco a seis de la madrugada.
Por esta razón escribió esta canción autobiográfica (debiesen ver cantarla, me reí demasiado con la cara que ponía el trompetista):

The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine,
Hed 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:

CHORUS 1:

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, youve got to get up, youve 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.

CHORUS 2:

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, youve got to get up, youve 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.

(CHORUS 1)
(CHORUS 2)

El video, aquí
Aporte de Jaime "camino al cielo".

Nota:
Bugler: Trompetista, el "corneta".
Reveille: Me parece que es la trompeta misma, con la que se toca la diana.