Some folks are born, made to wave that flag
Oh that red, white and blue
And when they play, 'Hail to the Chief'
Oh they point the cannon at you, oh Lord
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 fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves?
And when the tax man knocks on their door
Oh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, 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 millionaires son, no, no
Some folks are born star spangled eyes
Oh they send you out to war
And when Australia asks, "How much do we give?"
Oh they just ask for more and more
And more and more and more and
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