A letter came today from the draft board

With trembling hands I read the questionnaire

It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa

Now that ain't what I call exactly fair



So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be just 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 headin' for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be just my kind of town

'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order

That tends to keep a good man underground, oh yeah



Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle

But I suspect, it's more than I can pay

He's askin' me to sign a three-year contract

I guess, I'll catch the first bus out today



So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be just my kind of town

'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order

That tends to keep a good man underground

That tends to keep a good man underground