Some folks are born made to wave the flag
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, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain’t me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son

Some folks are born with the silver spoon in hand
Take care of themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house looks like a rummage sale

It ain't me, it 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 with the military eyes
They’ll just send you down to war
But if you ask them how much could you give
They'll only answer "More!"

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain’t no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son