Some folks are born, to wave the flag,
|
the red, white and blue.
|
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
|
They'll point the cannons right at you.
|
|
It ain't me, it ain't me.
|
I ain't no, Senator's son, no.
|
It ain't me, it ain't me.
|
I ain't no, fortunate one.
|
|
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand.
|
Why don't they help themselves?
|
And when the taxman comes to the door,
|
the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah.
|
|
It ain't me, it ain't me.
|
I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
|
It ain't me, it ain't me, cause,
|
I ain't no, forunate one.
|
|
Some folks are born, star spangled eyes.
|
They'll lead you off to war.
|
And when you ask, how much should we give?
|
They only awnser 'More More More'
|
|
It ain't me, it ain't me.
|
I ain't no military son, no.
|
It ain't me, it ain't me, cause,
|
I ain't no senator's son, no.
|
It ain't me, it ain't me.
|
I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
|
It ain't me, it ain't me, cause,
|
I ain't no fortunate son.
|
|
-----------------
|
Fortunate Son
|
| Circle Jerks |
