Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
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Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
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Gone, gone, gone with the draft!
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When skinny me went out with my honey,
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The boys all started to laugh,
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But now it's not so funny,
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They're all gone with the draft!
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As a sheik I can't be beat,
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The boys all hand me a laugh,
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But since I have got flat feet,
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I'm not gone with the draft!
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I used to envy the fellows
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Who had such a fine physique,
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But all they can say is "Hello"
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On seven fifty a week!
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When the boys get back and see how I'm doin',
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They'll be sorry they left,
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'Cause one can't keep on wooin'
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And still be gone with the draft!
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When Franklin B did sign the draft,
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The cats all had a chill;
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The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh,
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'Cause this is as serious bill!
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They now realise that skinny me
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Was the luckiest one of all,
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Who can stay at home with Minnie
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While they face the cannon ball!
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So boys, take it on the chin
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And always wear a smile,
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You'll find it hard to grin
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Carrying fifty pounds for miles!
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When your year of drillin's up,
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You get to camp discharge;
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You can come back home and freshen up,
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And run around at large!
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Gone gone gone gone,
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With the draft draft draft draft!
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Gone With The Draft
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| Nat King Cole |
