Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy - Marie Osmond

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 blowing 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 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 toodlie-a-da-toot, he blows it eight to the bar, in boogie rhythm

He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playing with him

He makes the company jump when he plays reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He was the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was busy as a bee

And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

He blows it eight to the bar

He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with him

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 really breaks it up when he plays reveille

He's boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

And the company jumps when he plays reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B