Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays: Hail to the chief Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, 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, oh But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes 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, no Yeah, yeah Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them: How much should we give? Ooh, they only answer More! More! More! Y'all It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no no no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, no no no