Lyrics:
and fall, bugle call
Bone splinter in the driving rain
Horses scream, Viking dream
Drowned heroes in a lake of blood
Armored fist, severed wrist
Broken
If you're the captain, I'd be the crew
Cause I just love to take orders from you
You blow the bugle and I'll jump through
How I'd love to take
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums, and sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every
Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
We're ordered down
Morning comes, the day eludes you
I know you don't have room or time to be you
The sound of foghorn or the bugle
I know that you can hum the tune
a call to arms and legs
It's about time we quit foolin' around
It's a call to arms and legs
Better get'em ready, hear the bugle sound
(Repeat 2 more times)
The moment has come, I hear a drum
Or is it my heart dear, beating this way
There's work to be done, done with a gun
There goes the bugle, I hear
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
karma drawn up in lines
And two Bugle Boy models saying "baby it's a freebie
You sure look deprived." I had the
Story of O in my bucket seat
Of my
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
I had a shiny red top
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
So I could make
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
and fall, bugle call
Bone splinter in the driving rain
Horses scream, Viking dream
Drowned heroes in a lake of blood
Armored fist, severed wrist
Broken
and bugle
March all around God's altar
Gonna walk and never get tired
Gonna fly Lord and never falter
I'm gonna move up a little higher
Gonna meet Old
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