| lyric | He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way,
He had a „boogie“ 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 ablowin’ reveille.
H£e’s the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B.
1. Theymade him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he couldn’t jam.
The captainseemed to understand.
Because the next day the „cap“ went out and drafted a band.
And now the comp’ny jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B.
Aroot! Atoot! Atoot diddle ahda toot,
He blows eighttothebar in „Boogie“ rhythm.
He can’t blow a note unless abass and guitar
is playin’with ’im. And the comp’ny jumps when he plays reveille.
2. He puts the boys to sleep with „boogie“ ev’ry night
And wakes them p the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stump their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat.
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille. |