Gone With The Draft
Composer(s): Nat King Cole; E. Dramin; Wesley Prince
Performer(s): Nat King Cole



Gone, gone, gone with the draft
Gone, gone, gone with the draft...

When skinny me went out with my honey, the boys all started to laugh
But now it's not so funny -- they're all gone with the draft

As a sheik, I can't be beat -- the boys all hand me a laugh
But since I have got flat feet, I'm not gone in the draft

I used to envy the fellows who had such fine physiques
But all they can say is "Hello" on seven-fifty a week

When the boys get back and see how I'm doin'
they'll be sorry they laughed

'Cause one can't keep on wooing and still be gone with the draft

When Franklyn D did sign the draft, the cats all had a chill
The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh, 'cause this is a serious bill

They now realize that skinny me was the luckiest one of all
Who can stay at home with Minnie, while they face the canon balls

So boys, take it on the chin, and always wear a smile     
You'll find it hard to win carryin' fifty pounds for miles

When your year of drill is up, you get your calves discharged
You can come back home and freshen up, and run around at large

Gone, gone, gone, gone with the 
Draft, draft, draft, draft