Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Draft Dodger Rag, artist - Phil Ochs. Date of issue: 26.03.2019
Song language: English
Draft Dodger Rag |
| I’m just a typical American boy |
| From a typical American town |
| I believe in God and Senator Dodd |
| And an keepin' old Castro down |
| And when it came my time to serve |
| I knew better dead than red |
| 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 |
| My asthma’s getting worse |
| Consider my career, my sweetheart dear |
| My poor old invalid aunt |
| Besides, I ain’t no fool, and I’m goin' to school |
| And I’m workin' 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, I can’t touch my toes |
| I can hardly reach my knees |
| And if the enemy ever came close to me |
| Well, I’d probably start to sneeze |
| 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 |
| My asthma’s getting worse |
| Consider my career, my sweetheart dear |
| My poor old invalid aunt |
| Besides, I ain’t no fool, I’m a goin' to school |
| And I’m workin' in a defense plant |
| I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies |
| But I think you gotta see |
| That if someone’s gotta go over there |
| That someone isn’t me |
| So, have a ball, Sarge, watch 'em fall |
| Yeah, kill me a thousand or so |
| And if you ever get a war without any gore |
| Well, I’ll be the first to go |
| 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 |
| My asthma’s getting worse |
| Consider my career, my sweetheart dear |
| I got to water my rubber tree plant |
| Besides, I ain’t no fool, I’m a goin' to school |
| And I’m workin' in a defense plant |
| 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 |
| My asthma’s getting worse |
| Consider my career, my sweetheart dear |
| My poor old invalid aunt |
| Besides, I ain’t no fool, I’m a goin' to school |
| And I’m workin' in a defense plant |