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 of 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 could not jam
The cap'n seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap'n went out and got with the 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-tootley out a-toot
He blows eight to the bar (in boogie rhythm)
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar is playin' with him
A-a-a-nd 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 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
'Cause they know how it goes, when someone gives 'em a beat
Whoa-whoa he wakes 'em up when he plays reveille
The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-root, a-toot, a-tootley out a-toot
He blows eight to the bar (in boogie rhythm)
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar is playin' with him
A-a-a-nd the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was some boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B