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, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, yeah
But when the taxman comes to the door
Ooh Lord, looks like a house sale
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son of a-
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh they send you down to war
But when you ask them, «How much should we give?»
Ooh they only answer, «More, more, more, more!»
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son of a gun
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son-
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Traffic in the city turns my head around
No, no, no, no, no
Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church
Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word
Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw
Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door
So much goin' on I just can't hear
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Hurryin' to get there so you save some time
Run, run, run, run, run
Rushing to the treadmill, rushin' to get home
Worryin' 'bout the time you save, save
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Com-commotion
Get, get, get gone
Thank you
This next song is dedicated to all the places
That bands are gonna have to go back to
Now that Fillmore is closing