Fire at the firehouse

Hey boys and girls come and gather round,
And i'll sing ya little ditty
bout ol Joe Bob.
Now ol Joe Bobs' not around today,
But his spirit lives on,
I'm sorry to say.

Joe Bob was a good ol boy,
Dressed in sheets, a rope his toy
Though he was tough - a real man,
A knight of the ku klux klan.
It made him sick when people claimed
"It's only skin, we're all hte same".
Then one night he hit the sack,
When he woke up he was black.
Was no joke, was no dream,
Joe Bob Black could only scream
"Oh My God! Holy Shit!"

"Oh sweet Jesus won'tcha look at me,
Its like a fire at the firehouse,
How could this be?
I'm like a doctor who gets cancer,
Lord hear my prayer,
There's a fire at the firehouse,
And its not fair!"

Now Joe Bob, he was Scared,
And the KKK was mad.
So he tried to explain
"It's only skin, I'm still the same"
They hung Joe Bob from a tree.