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He's a drug store truck drivin' manHe's the head of the Ku Klux KlanWhen summer rolls aroundHe'll be lucky if he's not in townWell, he's got him a house on the hillHe plays country records till you've had your fillHe's a fireman's friend he's an all night DJBut he sure does think different from the records he playsHe's a drug store truck drivin' manHe's the head of the Ku Klux KlanWhen summer rolls aroundHe'll be lucky if he's not in townWell, he don't like the young folks I knowHe told me one night on his radio showHe's got him a medal he won in the WarIt weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floorHe's a drug store truck drivin' manHe's the head of the Ku Klux KlanWhen summer rolls aroundHe'll be lucky if he's not in townHe's been like a father to meSongtexteHe's the only DJ you can hear after threeI'm an all night musician in a rock and roll bandAnd why he don't like me I can't understandHe's a drug store truck drivin' manHe's the head of the Ku Klux KlanWhen summer rolls aroundHe'll be lucky if he's not in townHe'll be lucky if he's not in townThis one's for you, Ralph Aus Songtexte Mania