A letter came today from the draft board   With trembling hands I read the questionnaire   It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa   Now that ain't what I call exactly fair      So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border   Vancouver may be just my kind of town   'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order   That tends to keep a good man underground      A sad old soldier once told me a story   About a battlefield that he was on   He said a man should never fight for glory   He must know what is right and what is wrong      So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border   Vancouver may be just my kind of town   'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order   That tends to keep a good man underground, oh yeah      Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle   But I suspect, it's more than I can pay   He's askin' me to sign a three-year contract   I guess, I'll catch the first bus out today      So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border   Vancouver may be just my kind of town   'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order   That tends to keep a good man underground   That tends to keep a good man underground