Pete Seeger - The Draft Dodger Rag lyrics

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:
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
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 fit's
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
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Recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs