Chorus:
A E
Heʼs a drug store truck drivinʼ man
E A
Heʼs the head of the Ku Klux Klan
A D
When summer rolls around
D E A
Heʼll be lucky if heʼs not in town
A E
Well, heʼs got him a house on the hill
E D A
He plays country records till youʼve had your fill
A D
Heʼs a firemanʼs friend heʼs an all night DJ
D E D A
But he sure does think different from the records he plays
Chorus.
Well, he donʼt like the young folks I know
He told me one night on his radio show
Heʼs got him a medal he won in the War
It weighs five-hundred pounds and it sleeps on his floor
Chorus.
Heʼs been like a father to me
Heʼs the only DJ you can hear after three
Iʼm an all night musician in a rock and roll band
And why he donʼt like me I canʼt understand
Chorus.
Heʼll be lucky if heʼs not in town
