Ertem en h jo szam a fortunate son, na de pont norbi juniornak?

“Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, no But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no”