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.
Thought 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 the same"
Then one night he hit the sack,
When he woke up he was black.
Was no joke, was no dream,
