Some folks are born made to wave the flagHoo, they're red, white and blueAnd when the band plays "Hail to the chief"Ooh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no senator's son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no furtunate one, noSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves, Lord?But when the taxman come to the doorLord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale,yeahIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no millionaire's son, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, noYeah-yeah, some folks inherit star-spangledeyesHoo, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask 'em, "How much should wegive?"Hoo, they only answer, "More, more, more,more"It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no military son, son, LordIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, oneIt ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate son, no, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't me...