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Some folks are born |
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Made to wave that flag |
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Ooh that red, white 'n blue |
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And when they play |
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'Hail to the Cheif' |
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Ooh they point the cannon at you, lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, no |
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Some folks are born |
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Silver spoon in hand |
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Lord don't they help themselves? |
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And when the taxman |
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Knocks on their door |
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Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaires son, no, no |
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Some folks are born |
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Starspangled eyes |
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Ooh they send you out to war |
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And when Australia asks |
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'How much do we give?' |
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Ooh they just ask for more and more and more and more and more and... |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaires son, no |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, one, one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no CIA son, no |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son, son, son |
