Here are the verse lyrics from the original recording, minus some "oohs," "ahs," "uhs" and "Lords."
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
They're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
They point the cannon at you
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
But when the tax men come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale
Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
They send you down to war
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
They only answer, more, more, more