FORTUNATE SON

Soem folks are born Made to wave the flog Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays “Hail to the chief” They point the cannon at you It ain't me, if ain't me I ain't no senator's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Some folks are born Silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves But when the tax man comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no furtunate one Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Oo, they send you down to war And when you ask them “How much should we give ?” They only answer More ! more ! more ! It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son… It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no furtunate one… It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no furtunate one… It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no furtunate son…