Lord, but we might all be getting to be old farts. That one wasn't much harder than "O, say can you see ..." or "From the Halls of Montezuma ...".
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.
Speaking of revised versions of lyrics, by uncle came home from Korea with this way too prophetic addition to "Bless 'em all":
"Though we're saying goodbye to them all
We're Harry's police force on call.
So put back your pack on
The next stop is Saigon
Just cheer up you grunts, bless 'em all."
Maybe this one will be a little bit harder (even if it isn't half as old):
I was scared and fearing for my life.
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree.
'Cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, Lord,
Pointin' that gun at me.
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Ken