Draft Dodger rangOh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American townI believe in God and Senator Dodd and to keep an old Castro downAnd when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than redBut when I got to my old draft board buddy, this is what I said Sarge. I'm only 18I got a ruptured spleen and I always carry a purse. I got eyes like a bat my feet are flatMy asthma's getting worse. Yes, thank you my career my sweetheart dear my poor old invalid andBesides, I ain't no fool. I'm going to school and I'm working in a defense plan. IGot a dislocated disc and a wrecked up backI'm allergic to flowers and bugs and when the bombshell hits again epileptic fits and I'm addicted to a thousand drugsI got the weakness woes. I can't touch my toesI can hardly reach my knees and if the enemy came close to me, I'd probably start to sneezeYes, I'm only 18. I got a ruptured spleen and I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat my feet are flat my asthma's getting worseYes, thank you my career my sweetheart dear my poor old invalid andBesides I ain't no fool. I'm going to school and I'm working in a defense plan. IHate Sean Lark, and I hope he diesBut one thing you gotta see that someone's gotta go over there and that someone isn't meSo I wish you well Sarge give him hell kill me a thousand or soAnd if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the first to go. Yes, I'm only 18I got a ruptured spleen and I always carry a purse. I got eyes like a bat my feet are flat my asthma's getting worseYes, thank you my career my sweetheart dear my poor old invalid and besides ain't no foolI'm going to school and I'm working in a defense plan