He''s a drug store truck drivin man
He''s a head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He''ll be lucky if he''s not in town
Well he''s got him a house on the hill
He plays country records till you''ve had your fill
He''s a fireman''s friend, he''s an all night DJ
But he sure does think different from the records he plays
He''s a drug store truck drivin man
He''s a head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He''ll be lucky if he''s not in town
Well he don''t like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
He''s got him a medal he won in the war
Weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floor
He''s a drug store truck drivin man
He''s a head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He''ll be lucky if he''s not in town
He''s been like a father to me
He''s the only DJ you can hear after three
I''m an all night musician in a rock ''n'' roll band
And why he don''t like me, I can''t understand
He''s a drug store truck drivin man
He''s a head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He''ll be lucky if he''s not in town