Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It’s all over but the crying And nobody’s crying but me Friends all over know I’m trying To forget about how much I care for you It’s all over but the dreaming
It’s all over but the crying And nobody’s crying but me Friends all over know I’m trying To forget about how much I care for you It’s all over but the dreaming