Testo Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they're red, white, and blueAnd when the band plays hail to the chiefOoh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no senator's son, son, sonIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, noSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves nowAnd when the tax man comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yesIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no millionaire's son, son, sonIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, no, noSome folks inherit star-spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to warAnd when you ask `em how much should we giveOoh, they only answer more, more, more, moreIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no military son, son, sonIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no fortunate oneIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, one, oneIt ain't meIt ain't meI ain't no fortunate son, son, son