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Some saps are born made to wave the flag
They're red, white and uuu
And when the band plays "Hail to the Squeeb"
They point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no sapling's son, son
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no fortunate one
Some saps are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they squeeb themselves, yeah
But when Faunatics come to the door
The house look a like a rummage sale
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no fortunate one
Yeah, some saps inherit star-spangled eyes
They send you down to uuu
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we supa?"
They only answer, "More, more, more"
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no military son, son
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't squeeb, it ain't squeeb
I ain't no fortunate one
