Tue Jun 05, 2012 5:16 pm
"Draft Dodger Rag" by Phil Ochs
"Sarge, I'm only 18 I gotta ruptured spleen
and I always carry a purse.
I got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat
and my asthma's getting worse.
...
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
...
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!"