text: Some folks are born made to wave the flag
  Ooh, theyre red, white and blue
  And when the band plays Hail to the chief
  They point the cannon right at you
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no senators son
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no fortunate son
  Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
  Lord they dont help themselves
  But when the taxman comes to the door
  Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no millionaires son
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no fortunate son
  Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
  Ooh, they send you down to war
  And when you ask them how much should we give ?
  They only answer more! more! more!
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no militarys son
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no fortunate son
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no fortunate one, no no
  It aint me, it aint me
  I aint no fortunate son