For Ronald Ray-Guns;
he's a drugstore 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
he's got him a house on the hill
he plays country records till you've had your fill
he's a farmer's friend He's an unhappy gent
but he sure does make difference from the records he plays
well he don't like the young folks I know
he told me one night on his radio show
he's got him a medal he won in the war
weighs five hundred pounds and sleeps on his floor
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 'n' roll band
and why he don't like me I can't understand
