Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh theyre red, white and blue And when the band plays Hail to the Chief Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It aint me, it aint me I aint no senators son, son It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, dont they help themselves, no But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It aint me, it aint me I aint no millionaires son, no no It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one, no Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, How much should we give? Ooh, they only answer More, more, more! It aint me, it aint me I aint no military son, son It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one, one It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one, no no no It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate son, no no no
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