Draft dodger rag
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1. Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town,
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I believe in God and Senator
Dodd and keeping old Castro down.
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And when it came my time to
serve, I knew “better dead than red”,
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but when I got to my old draft
board, buddy, this is what I said:
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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a
ruptured spleen,
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and I always carry a purse,
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I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,
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my asthma's getting worse.
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear,
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and my poor old invalid aunt,
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besides, I ain't no
fool, I'm a goin' to school,
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and I'm working in a defense plant.
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2. I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back,
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I'm allergic to flowers and
bugs,
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and when the bombshell hits, I
get epileptic fits,
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and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, and I
can't touch my toes,
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I can hardly reach my knees,
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and if the enemy came close to
me,
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oh, I'd probably start to
sneeze.
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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a
ruptured spleen,
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and I always carry a purse,
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I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,
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my asthma's getting worse.
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear,
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and my poor old invalid aunt,
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besides, I ain't no
fool, I'm a goin' to school,
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and I'm working in a defense plant.
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3. I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see,
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that someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't me.
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So, I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell, kill me a
thousand or so,
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and if you ever get a war
without blood and gore, I'll be the first to go.
+ CHORUS
(Phil Ochs)