Lyrics
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and in keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
But when I got to my old draft board, Buddy, this is what I said:
Chorus:
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen and I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat
My asthma's getting worse
O, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
My poor old invalid aunt
Besides I ain't no fool
I'm a-going to school
And I'm working in a defense plant
I got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits
I get epileptic fits
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes
And I can't touch my toes
I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
(Chorus)
I hate Chou En Lai and I hope he dies
But one thing you gotta see:
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So I wish you well
Sarge, give 'em hell
Yeh, kill me 'thousand or so
And if you ever get a war
Without blood and gore
Well, I'll be the first to go
(Chorus)
Notes
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