FORTUNATE SON

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Hoo, they&red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no senator&son, son It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no furtunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don&they help themselves, Lord? But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin&like a rummage sale, yeah It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no millionaire&son, no, no It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no fortunate one, no Yeah-yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes Hoo, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask &"How much should we give?" Hoo, they only answer, "More, more, more, more" It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no military son, son, Lord It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no fortunate one, one It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain&me, it ain&me I ain&no fortunate son, no, no, no It ain&me, it ain&me...