Some folks are born
Made to wave the flag
Ooh that red, white 'n blue
And when the band plays
'Hail to the Chief'
Ooh they point the cannon at you,
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one,
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son,
Some folks are born
Silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves?
And when the taxman
Knocks on their door
Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
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 millonaire's son,
Some folks inherit
Starspangled eyes
Ooh they send you off to war,
And when Australia asks how much do we give?
Ooh they ask for 'More and more and more and more and more'...
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no CIA son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son