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He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else can play He was the top man at his craft But then his number cam 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 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 Because the next day the captain went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays the boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a “bzzz” bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot toot toot-diddelyada, Toot-diddelyada, toot-toot He blows it eight-to-the-bar He can’t blow a note if the bass and guitar isn’t with him ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays reveille He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night And wakes him 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 him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He’s boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B Dat-da-da-do-do-da-dup Dat-da-da-do-do-da-dup Dat-da-da-do-do-da-dup Dat-da-da-do-do-da-dup Ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays reveille He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B (Lyrics)