Some folks are born made to wave the flag Yeah, the red, white, and blue When the band plays Hail To The Chief Yeah, theyll point the cannon at you
It aint me, it aint me Im no millionaires son It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Well, they help themselves, yeah When the taxman comes to the door House looks a like a rummage sale
It aint me, it aint me I aint no millionaires son It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Yeah, when they send you down to war Well, when you ask them how much you should give Yeah, its always more, more, more
It aint me, it aint me I aint no senators son It aint me, it aint me Im no fortunate one
It aint me, it aint me I aint no military son It aint me, it aint me I aint no fortunate son Take it away...
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