And when the band plays “hail to the passoids” Ooh, they point the laughter at you, lord

It ain’t me, it ain’t me It ain’t no cispoon’s son, son It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no fortunate troon, no

Some folks are born, with a needle in hand Lord, don’t they help themselves, Lord? But when the honlarpers come to the door Lord, the house lookin like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no bdd troon, no, no It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no fortunate troon, no

Yeah, some folks inherit, shallow-set eyes Ooh, they send you down to pass, Lord And when you ask em “how long should we wait?” Ooh, they only answer “more, more, more, more”

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no richshit son, no It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no fortunate troon, no