HeÂ's a drug store truck drivin man
HeÂ's a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
HeÂ'll be lucky if heÂ's not in town

Well heÂ's got him a house on the hill
He plays country records till youÂ've had your fill
HeÂ's a firemanÂ's friend, heÂ's an all night dj
But he sure does think different from the records he plays

HeÂ's a drug store truck drivin man
HeÂ's a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
HeÂ'll be lucky if heÂ's not in town

Well he donÂ't like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
HeÂ's got him a medal he won in the war
Weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floor

HeÂ's a drug store truck drivin man
HeÂ's a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
HeÂ'll be lucky if heÂ's not in town

HeÂ's been like a father to me
HeÂ's the only dj you can hear after three
IÂ'm an all night musician in a rock Â'nÂ' roll band
And why he donÂ't like me, I canÂ't understand

HeÂ's a drug store truck drivin man
HeÂ's a head of the ku klux klan
When summer rolls around
HeÂ'll be lucky if heÂ's not in town