Текст Phil Ochs – Draft Dodger Rag

Oh I’m just a typical American boy
From a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd
And keeping old Castro down

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 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 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
And that someone isn’t me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give ’em Hell
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so