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)

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