G G#/A I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town D7 G I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down G# A And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red D7 G But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: G Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen G#/A And I always carry a purse D7 I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's G getting worse G# A O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt D7 Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm G 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 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 Yeah, Kill me a thousand or so And if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to go (chorus)
Chords supplied by Jim Lesses
The liner notes for this song on the album I Ain't Marching Anymore read:
In Vietnam, a 19-year-old Viet Cong soldier screams that Americans should leave his country as he is shot by a government firing squad. His American counterpart meanwhile is staying up nights thinking of ways to deceptively destroy his health, mind or virility to escape two years in a relatively comfortable army. Free enterprise strikes again.
Last modified 31 Mar 02 by trent