Texty: Circle Jerks (The). VI. Fortunate Son.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
They're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
They point the cannon right at you

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Don't they help themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house looks like a rummage sale

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son no.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one.

Some folks are born star spangled eyes,
They send you off to war
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
They only answer More! more! more!

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no senators son

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son