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Oh, How I Hate to Get up in The Morning

 
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.
Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed.
For the hardest part 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 in 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.