Draft Dodger Rag

Draft Dodger Rag
Draft Dodger Rag
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs
Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-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:

\tCHORUS
\tSarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
\tAnd I always carry a purse
\tI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
\tYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
\tBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school
\tAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a wracked 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
\tI'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
\tAnd I always carry a purse
\tI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
\tYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
\tBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school
\tAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plant

Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
Onething 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!
Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
I'll be the first to go
\tYes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
\tAnd I always carry a purse
\tI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse
\tYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
\tBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school
\tAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plant