DRAFT DODGER RAG  (Phil Ochs)  I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town  I believe in God and Senator Todd and keeping old Castro down  And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red  But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:   Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen   And I always carry a purse   I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's   getting worse   O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old   invalid aunt   Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm   working in a defense plant  I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back   I'm allergic to flowers and bugs  And when bombshells hit, 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 touch my knees  And if the enemy came close to me   I'd probably start to sneeze  I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,   but one thing you gotta see  That someone's gotta go over there   but that someone isn't me  So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell   Yeah kill me a thousand or more  And if you ever get a war without blood and gore   Well I'll be the first to go  Copyright Appleseed Music, Inc.  filename[ DRAFTDOD  recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs  ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===