Dad Downstairs Lyrics

Neal Casal

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 gotta get up (*3) in the morning
Someday I'm gonna murder the bugler
Someday they are going to find him dead
I will amputate (?) his reveille
And step upon it heavily
And spend the rest of my life in bed

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