Draft Dodger Rag

Oh I'm just a typical American boy

From a typical American town

I was

I believe in God and Senator Dodd

And a-keepin' old Castro down

And when it came my time to serve

I knew better dead than red

Remanber that

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

And my feet are flat

And my asthma's getting worse

Yesthink 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 DEE-fense plant