Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy

Yeah

He was a famous trumpet player out Chicago way
He had a funky style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
And so the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B

A toot, a toot, a toot diddelyada toot
He blows it eight to the bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't play a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn halt
Sir
Dress right
Yes, sir
At ease, gentlemen

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives 'em a beat
He really picks it up when he plays reveille
He is the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B

He really rinses it up when he plays reveille
He is the boogie-woogie bugle boy of company B
He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B
Ooh! A company B



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Writer(s): Don Raye, Hughie Prince
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