Some folks are born made to wave that flag
Ooh that red, white 'n blue
And when they play 'Hail to the Chief'
Oh, they point the cannon at you, lord

Ain't me, ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son
Ain't me, ain't me
I'm no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves?
And when the tax man knocks on their door
Oh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

Ain't me, ain't me
I ain't no CIA's son
Ain't me, ain't me
I'm no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you out to war
And when you ask them, 'How much should we give?'
Ooh, they just ask for more and more and more and more and

Ain't me, ain't me
I'm no law man's son
Ain't me, ain't me
I'm no fortunate son, no no no
Ain't me, ain't me
I'm not giving up though, no no no
Ain't me, ain't me
I'm no fortunate son, no no