Draft Dodger Rag Songtext
von Pete Seeger

I′m just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Todd and keeping 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, my feet are flat, and my asthma′s getting worse
O think 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 defense plant


I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
I′m allergic to flowers and bugs
And when bombshells hit, 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 touch my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze

I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
But one thing you gotta see
That someone′s gotta go over there
But that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
Yeah kill me a thousand or more
And if you ever get a war without blood and 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, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
O think 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 defense plant