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 DJ But 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