Draft Dodger Rag Songtext

von David Rovics

(Phil Ochs)

Well, I'm just a typical American boy
From a typical American town
I believe in god and Senator Dodd
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

(Chorus)
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
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart, dear
My poor old invalid aunt
Besides I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' 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
When the bombshell hits I get epileptic fits
I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, 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

Well, I hate Chou En-lai, I hope he dies
But one thing you gotta see
Is that someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, sarge, give 'em hell
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
I'll be the first to go

Chorus