Lyrics Gone With The Draft - Nat King Cole Trio

Gone With The Draft

Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
When skinny me went out with my honey
The boys all started to laugh
But now it’s not so funny
They’re all gone with the draft!
As a sheik I can’t be beat
The boys all hand me a laugh
But since I have got flat feet
I’m not gone with the draft!
I used to envy the fellows
Who had such a fine physique
But all they can say is «Hello»
On seven fifty a week!
When the boys get back and see how I’m doin'
They’ll be sorry they left
'Cause one can’t keep on wooin'
And still be gone with the draft!
When Franklin B did sign the draft
The cats all had a chill;
The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh
'Cause this is as serious bill!
They now realize that skinny me
Was the luckiest one of all
Who can stay at home with Minnie
While they face the cannon ball!
So boys, take it on the chin
And always wear a smile
You’ll find it hard to grin
Carrying fifty pounds for miles!
When your year of drillin’s up
You get to camp discharge
You can come back home and freshen up
And run around at large!
Gone gone gone gone
With the draft draft draft draft!