Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Oh, that red, white 'n blue And when they play "Hail to the Chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you, 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 millionaire's 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 get?" 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