Paroles de My Uncle

A letter came today from my draft board With trembling hands I read the questionnaire It asked me lots of things about my mamma and poppa Now that ain't what I call exactly fair So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border Vancouver may be my kind of town Cause they don't need the kind of law and order That tends to keep a good man underground A sad old soldier once told me a story About a battlefield that he was on He said a man should never fight for glory He must know what is right and what is wrong So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border Vancouver may be my kind of town Cause they don't need the kind of law and order That tends to keep a good man underground Now I don't know how much I owe my uncle But I suspect it's more than I can pay He's asking me to sign a three year contract I guess I'll catch the first bus out today So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border Vancouver may be my kind of town Cause they don't need the kind of law and order That tends to keep a good man underground