She and I walked out the doors, each breathing a sigh of relief into the crisp black night, happy to be done with work. Without having walked even two steps she began, "He was the..." and instinctively I joined in "famous trumpet player from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play." It was great. A classic Watka sisters' moment. I don't know too many people who spontaneously break out in song after working for eight and a half hours on a Saturday night. Then, not to be outdone, continue to harmonize the tune. But we do; and I love it. We're special. Enjoy the song:

He was the famous trumpet player 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, a blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

They made him blow his bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam.
The captain seemed to understand; because the next day the capt. 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-toot a-toot a-toot-dilly-a-da-toot

He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm.
He can't blow a note unlesss the base and guitar are playin with 'im.
A-a-a-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 boogie woogie bugle he was as busy as a buzzzzzy bee.
A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays eight to the bar.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Toot toot toot toot dillyala toot dillyala toot toot

He blows it eight-to-the-bar.
He can't blow a note unless the base and a guitar are playing with 'im.
A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B!