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    they point the cannon right at you.  It ain't me  it ain't me  it 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    Lord  don't they help themselves.  But when the tax man  comes to the door    Lord  the house looks like a rummage sale.  It ain't me  it ain't me  I ain't no millionaire's son.  It ain't me  it ain't me;  I ain't no fortunate one.    Some folks in her it  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 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 fortunate one.