by Bridie » Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:17 am
Some folks are born to piss about,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Bring on the Masseuse",
Ooh, RAndy they're pointing to you
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no waste of space.
But it's true, it's true, I have my favoured position,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in gob,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the dirt is seen in a right royal state,
Lord, trust the ex to pull her weight
It's me, it's me I am the spoilt regal son,
Can't stop, dear guest got a plane to catch
.. non stop to Azerbaijan
The Fortunate Son - Creedance Clearwater Revival
Some folks are born 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, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
Yes HH,I know