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

He's 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 could not jam

The Captain seemed to understand

Because the next day the Cap'

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



A-root a-toot

A-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot

He blows it eight to the bar

In boogie rhythm

He can't blow a note

Unless the bass and guitar

Is playin' with 'im



And 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 boogie-woogie bugle

He's was busy as a bzzy bee

And when he plays he makes the company jump

Eight to the bar

He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B



Aaaa-Toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada

Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar



He can't blow a note

If the bass and guitar

Isn't with 'im



A-and 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 them 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 breaks it up

When he plays reveille

The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B



Da-da. Da-da.

da-da. Da-da.

Da-da. Da-da.

Da-da. Da-da.



A-and the company jumps

When he plays reveille

He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B