Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves And when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no no no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah! Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, yeah And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! More! Yo It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no no no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah! It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, yeah-ah