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 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-root a-toot, a-toot
diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar
in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note
if the bass and guitar
Isn’t with 'im
He makes the company jump
when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie
bugle boy of Company B

He was some Boogie Woogie
Bugle boy of Company B

And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's as busy as a bzz bee
And when he plays he makes
the company jump
eight to the bar
He's the boogie-woogie
bugle boy of Company B

He puts them all to sleep
with boogie every night
And wakes them up the
same way in the early bright
They clap their hands
and stomp 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

A-root a-toot, a-toot
diddle-ee-ada-toot
He blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
if the bass and guitar
Woah Woah and Bam!
He makes the company jump
when he plays reveille
He's the boogie-woogie
bugle boy of Company B