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I'm just a typical American boy |
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From a typical American town |
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I believe in God and Senator Todd |
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And ain't keeping old Castro down |
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And when it came my time to serve |
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I knew better dead than red |
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But when I got to my old draft board |
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Buddy, this is what I said |
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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen |
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And I always carry a purse |
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I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat |
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And my asthma's getting worse |
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Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear |
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My poor old invalid aunt |
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Beside I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school |
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And I'm working in a defense plant |
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I got a dislocated disc and a racked up back |
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I'm allergic to flowers and bugs |
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And when the bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits |
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And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs |
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I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes |
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I can hardly reach my knees |
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And if the enemy came close to me |
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I'd probably start to sneeze |
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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen |
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And I always carry a purse |
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I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat |
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And my asthma's getting worse |
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Oh think of my career, my sweetheart dear |
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And my poor old invalid aunt |
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Beside I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school |
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And I'm working in a defense plant |
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I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies |
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But I thing you gotta see |
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That someone's gotta go over there |
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And that someone isn't me |
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So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em hell |
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Kill me a thousand or so |
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And if you ever get a war without blood and gore |
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Well, I'll be the first to go |
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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen |
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And I always carry a purse |
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I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat |
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And my asthma's getting worse |
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Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear |
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And my poor old invalid aunt |
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Beside I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school |
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And I'm working in a defense plant |
