From the sheet music at Indiana University:


OH! HOW I HATE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING
(Irving Berlin)
New York: Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co., ©1918.

1. The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine.
He'd been in camp for sev'ral weeks and he was looking fine.
His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red
I asked him how he liked the life and this is what he said:.

CHORUS 1: Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning!
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed!
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call:
"You've got to get up.
You've got to get up.
You've got to get up this morning."
Some day I'm going to murder the bugler.
Some day they're going to find him dead.
I'll amputate his reveille,
And step upon it heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.

2. A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men.
He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again.
He doesn't have to blow again until the afternoon.
If ev'rything goes well with me, I'll be a bugler soon.

CHORUS 2: Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning!
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed!
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call:
"You've got to get up.
You've got to get up.
You've got to get up this morning."
Oh! boy, the minute the battle is over,
Oh! boy, the minute the foe is dead,
I'll put my uniform away
And move to Philadelph-i-a
And spend the rest of my life in bed.

[This web page gives an additional verse and chorus labeled "Revised version" but it gives no sheet music or publication date:]

3. I've been a soldier quite a while and I would like to state:
The life is simply wonderful; the Army food is great.
I sleep with ninety-seven others in a wooden hut.
I love them all, they all love me, it's very lovely but—

CHORUS 3: Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning!
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed!
For the hardest blow of all
Is to hear the bugler call:
"You've got to get up.
You've got to get up.
You've got to get up this morning."
Some day I'm going to murder the bugler.
Some day they're going to find him dead.
And then I'll get that other pup:
The guy who wakes the bugler up,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.