1. Some folks are born, made to wave the flag, ooh, that red, white and blue,

2. Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.

1. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord!

2. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, oh !

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