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
He's blowin' reveille
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 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 jumps
When he plays reveille
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
He's was busy as a bzzy bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump
Eight to the bar
Toot-toot-toot-toot a-diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada
Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar
Isn't with 'im
When he plays reveille
He puts the boys to sleep
With boogie every night
And wakes them 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
Dadada-adarada-dada, dadada-adarada-dada
Dadada-adarada-dada, dadada-adarada-dada
When he plays reveille