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
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 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 toodlie-a-da-toot
He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar
Is playin' with him
And 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
And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
He was busy as a busy bee
And when he played he made the company jump eight to the bar
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't with him
And 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 him a beat
Woah, woah, he wakes 'em up when he plays reveille
The boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot
He's blowin' eight to the bar
Yeah, he can't blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn't, woah, with him
And the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

Pour vous aider a faire les plus doux des rêves laisser moi vous offrir cette douce berceuse...

La musique de Brahms,la voix chaude de Dean Martin et pour les garçons quelques images de Robbie Williams...

Un véritable petit nuage de douceur aussi moelleux qu'un bon lit douillet...

Chut...bonne nuit et faites de beaux rêves étoilés

C'est moi qui suis sa petite
Son Anana, son Anana, son Anammite
Je suis vive, je suis charmante
Comme un p'tit z'oiseau qui chante
Il m'appelle sa p'tite bourgeoise
Sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkinoise
D'autres lui font les doux yeux
Mais c'est moi qu'il aime le mieux

L'soir on cause d'un tas d'choses
Avant de se mettre au pieu
J'apprends la géographie
D'la Chine et d'la Mandchourie
Les frontières, les rivières
Le Fleuve Jaune et le Fleuve Bleu
Y a même l'Amour c'est curieux
Qu'arrose l'Empire du Milieu

C'est moi qui suis sa petite
Son Anana, son Anana, son Anammite
Je suis vive, je suis charmante
Comme un p'tit oiseau qui chante
Il m'appelle sa p'tite bourgeoise
Sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkinoise
D'autres lui font les doux yeux
Mais c'est moi qu'il aime le mieux.

C'est moi qui suis sa petite
Son Anana, son Anana, son Anammite
Je suis vive, je suis charmante
Comme un p'tit oiseau qui chante
Il m'appelle sa p'tite bourgeoise
Sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkiki, sa Tonkinoise
D'autres lui font les doux yeux
Mais c'est moi qu'il aime le mieux.