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, 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 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-diddely-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 A-ha-ha-hand 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 was busy as a "bzzzy" bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada, toot-toot He blows it eight-to-the-bar Can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-ha-ha-hand the Company jumps when he plays Reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
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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 'Cause they know how he blows when someone gives him a beat Whoa-whoa he breaks it up when he plays Reveille The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-root, a toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-doot to-to-toot He blows, eight to the bar He can blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't, whoa, with him And the company jumps when he plays Reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B!