Some folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they’re red, white and blueAnd when the band plays hail to the chiefThey point the cannon right at youIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no senator’s sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate sonSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord they don’t help themselvesBut when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage saleIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no millionaire’s sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate sonSome folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to warAnd when you ask them how much should we give ? They only answer more! more! more!It ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no military’s sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate one, no noIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate son