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Gone, gone, gone with the draft! |
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Gone, gone, gone with the draft! |
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Gone, gone, gone with the draft! |
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When skinny me went out with my honey, |
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The boys all started to laugh, |
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But now it's not so funny, |
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They're all gone with the draft! |
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As a sheik I can't be beat, |
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The boys all hand me a laugh, |
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But since I have got flat feet, |
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I'm not gone with the draft! |
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I used to envy the fellows |
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Who had such a fine physique, |
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But all they can say is "Hello" |
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On seven fifty a week! |
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When the boys get back and see how I'm doin', |
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They'll be sorry they left, |
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'Cause one can't keep on wooin' |
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And still be gone with the draft! |
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When Franklin B did sign the draft, |
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The cats all had a chill; |
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The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh, |
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'Cause this is as serious bill! |
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They now realize that skinny me |
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Was the luckiest one of all, |
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Who can stay at home with Minnie |
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While they face the cannon ball! |
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So boys, take it on the chin |
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And always wear a smile, |
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You'll find it hard to grin |
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Carrying fifty pounds for miles! |
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When your year of drillin's up, |
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You get to camp discharge, |
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You can come back home and freshen up, |
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And run around at large! |
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Gone gone gone gone, |
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With the draft draft draft draft! |
