PrintUnfortunate son
Our poet laureate is collecting overtime pay. Russ Vaugh, a Vietnam Vet himself, has written a poem for John Kerry, meant to be sung to the tune of Credence Clearwater Revival's "Fortunate Son."
Unfortunate Son
Few liberals are born to wave the flag
Ooh but John, he's red white and blue
Longing to be Commander in Chief,
There's nothing that Johnny won't do, Lord.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
We don't want a President John, Son.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
This is the end of your run, John.
John Boy was born with dreams in his head,
Lord, he planned all his life, yeah.
Got three Purple Hearts and one Silver Star
Found him a really rich wife, yeah.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
We don't want Tuh—ray—za around, Son.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
This ain't your day in the sun, John.
Yeah this pol was born with stars in his eyes
Went to war with camera in hand, Lord.
And if you asked what the movies were for
He'd tell you they're for his campaign, yeah.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
This hero bit's way overdone, John
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
In this war you ain't gonna win, Son.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
You ain't no Hillary, no, John.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
Bet they're wishin' theyda picked her, Son.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be
You ain't the fortunate one, Son.
Ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be,
You're the unfortunate son, John.
Yeah, you're the Unfortunate Son, John.
Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65—66
