I'm leaving Monday morning, headed for the North,
'Long a road I've often traveled, while tripping back and forth;
I'll cross the old St. Lawrence, roll on to Mon-tre-al
There I plan to settle down, give 'em all a call.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
Now my draft board's very busy, they work both day and night,
They need warm bodies for our mighty nation's fight,
Well, my body's cold and shivering when I think of all they do,
So I'm leaving Monday morning, gonna leave this song with you.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
I saw the recruiting sergeant, I asked him for advice,
He said, "The Peace Corps full of Commies, son, I'll find you something nice;
Right here on this dotted line your name you must sign,
Don't ask me where you're going, I just know your luck is fine!"
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Sit right down," the doctor said, "Tell me all the news;
Do you love your mammie? Did you ever have the blues?
Tell me all about yourself, how you live your life,
Did you ever wet the bed, and why don't you have a wife."
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Now listen, Doc, I had a dream just the other day,
I dreamed that I was a spy for the CIA;
Our President, he says to me, 'You's gonna need both fists,
For I'm sending you down to Lansing Town to look for Communists!'"
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"I walked into a tavern there, stepped up to the bar,
My steel-trap mind could tell that there was trouble not too far,
Then the whole place exploded, there was Commies everywhere,
I said, 'I'm from the CIA!' They didn't seem to care."
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Get your pad," nurse, the doctor said, "I think this boy's insane;
Evil spirits have infused the soft spots in his brain;
He's obviously insecure, I bet he sucks his thumb;
He's an unpatriotic, no-good, bearded, rotten bum.
So I'm leaving Monday morning, heading for the North,
'Long a road I've often traveled, while tripping back and forth;
I'll cross the old St. Lawrence, roll on to Montreal
There I plan to settle down, give 'em all a call.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
'Long a road I've often traveled, while tripping back and forth;
I'll cross the old St. Lawrence, roll on to Mon-tre-al
There I plan to settle down, give 'em all a call.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
Now my draft board's very busy, they work both day and night,
They need warm bodies for our mighty nation's fight,
Well, my body's cold and shivering when I think of all they do,
So I'm leaving Monday morning, gonna leave this song with you.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
I saw the recruiting sergeant, I asked him for advice,
He said, "The Peace Corps full of Commies, son, I'll find you something nice;
Right here on this dotted line your name you must sign,
Don't ask me where you're going, I just know your luck is fine!"
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Sit right down," the doctor said, "Tell me all the news;
Do you love your mammie? Did you ever have the blues?
Tell me all about yourself, how you live your life,
Did you ever wet the bed, and why don't you have a wife."
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Now listen, Doc, I had a dream just the other day,
I dreamed that I was a spy for the CIA;
Our President, he says to me, 'You's gonna need both fists,
For I'm sending you down to Lansing Town to look for Communists!'"
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"I walked into a tavern there, stepped up to the bar,
My steel-trap mind could tell that there was trouble not too far,
Then the whole place exploded, there was Commies everywhere,
I said, 'I'm from the CIA!' They didn't seem to care."
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
"Get your pad," nurse, the doctor said, "I think this boy's insane;
Evil spirits have infused the soft spots in his brain;
He's obviously insecure, I bet he sucks his thumb;
He's an unpatriotic, no-good, bearded, rotten bum.
So I'm leaving Monday morning, heading for the North,
'Long a road I've often traveled, while tripping back and forth;
I'll cross the old St. Lawrence, roll on to Montreal
There I plan to settle down, give 'em all a call.
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more;
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more, more, more,
Don't want my draft board to worry 'bout me any more!
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/12/8 - 22:12
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