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
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