Lyrics
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 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-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-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
He makes the company jump
When he plays "Reveille"
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was our boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays 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, 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 'im
A-a-a-and the company jumps
When he plays "Reveille"
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em 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 the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
Da-dah-da-dah-da-da
Da-dah-da-da-dah-da
Da-dah-da-da-da-da
Da-dah-da-da-da-da
A-a-a-and the company jumps
When he plays "Reveille"
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B!
