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 lord it ain t me i ain t no senator s son son it ain t me i ain t no fortunate son no some folks are born silver spoon in hand lord don t they help themselves oh but when the tax man comes to the door lord the house look a like a rummage sale yeah it ain t me i ain t no millionaire s son no it ain t me i ain t no fortunate son no yeah some folks inherit star spangled eyes ooh they send you down to war lord and when you ask them how much should we give ooh they only answer more more more more no no no i ain t no fortunate son no 