Well, he′s got him a house on the hill
He plays country music 'til you′ve had your fill
He's a fireman's friend, he′s an all night DJBut he sure does think music of the records he plays
He′s a drug store truck drivin' man
He′s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he′s not in town
Neil Flanz on the pedal steal
Well, he don't like the young folks I know
′Cause he told me one night on his radio show
He's got him a medal he won in the War
It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor
He's a drug store truck drivin′ man
He′s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he′s not in town
Well 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 and roll band
And why he don′t like me I can't understand
He's just a drug store truck drivin′ man
He′s the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he′s not in town
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he′s not in town
Thank you very much
(Drug store, big mouth)
Ya-ha, Big Mouth, that's the name of the next song
It′s off of Gram's new album, GP
And it's about New York City
Or at least, that′s got a lot to do with it, yes it would seem
This here′s WLIR, Hempstead (very good)
One, two, one, two, three, four
