I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Todd and 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: Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt .l!i hmbg, !!ip Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly touch my knees And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see That someone's gotta go over there but that someone isn't me So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah kill me a thousand or more And if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to go Copyright Appleseed Music, Inc. filename[ DRAFTDOD recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs Pete Seeger Draft Dodger Rag songtext Suchen mit Google Pete Seeger Draft Dodger Rag liedtext Finden Sie mit Yahoo Pete Seeger Draft Dodger Rag songtext | | |